08-11-2008, 10:58 AM
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Another mouthful, another hot rush through his body. This wasn’t entirely the whiskey’s doing, but Ahren didn’t care. He was freezing and he needed something warm, something to take him away from his body and away from his mind. The word ‘gypsy’ made something dark cross through his eyes, though it was gone as suddenly as it had come. “I used to live with coyotes,” he said, taking a drag on the cigarette. “The leader of Inferni is my son,” he added, as if this might mean something.
Another mouthful, another hot rush through his body. This wasn’t entirely the whiskey’s doing, but Ahren didn’t care. He was freezing and he needed something warm, something to take him away from his body and away from his mind. The word ‘gypsy’ made something dark cross through his eyes, though it was gone as suddenly as it had come. “I used to live with coyotes,” he said, taking a drag on the cigarette. “The leader of Inferni is my son,” he added, as if this might mean something.