When it reached the mirror’s edge, the blood began to drip and the synchronous echo of each drop that hit the white, porcelain sink below almost felt relaxing.
Ackx must have owed him big time,” Q said in his drawly Clint Eastwood voice. “A favour like that doesn’t come cheap.” Bonnyman spat into the fire. “A favour like that is only made between psychosis and a lust for power.
You were disrespectful to a god I follow,” Eufame said to Bonnyman. “I would protect him—” “With your life,” Bonnyman said before Eufame could continue. “Guess what, ghost, you are already dead.” “As are you, zombie” Eufame said.