Ronald Foster has fallen before the Master. The Mark fades, now of no use. A chapter closes and those still living march on. Pathetic. All that for one insignificant insect and his mate.
Yet the prey still casts one more annoyance our way by getting the Hellbeast's tramp through the Gate before being caught. Now Cerberus and her attempt to flee Boston with the Black Leaves and company on their heels.
Go forth, and hunt the miserable hound and his tramp until the end of their days! Isn't it ironic? Ronald threw away his one chance of escape for her, and still saved no one.
You monsters...
ReplyDeleteSuch is the fate of all those who oppose The Great Tall One. By the way, what is the condition of Ronald's body?
ReplyDeleteI hope it's been burned. Burn it Superior. Burn it Superior. Burn it Superior. Burn it Superior. Burn it SuperiorBurn it SuperiorBurn it SuperiorBurn it SuperiorBurn it SuperiorBurn it SuperiorBurn it SuperiorBurn it SuperiorBurn it Superior. BURN IT BURN IT TO THE GROUND TILL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!
ReplyDeleteWe escape your hounds, Allen. This isn't over. Not by a long shot. -Clyde
ReplyDeleteI don't suppose you would at least be willing to relinquish his body for a proper burial?
ReplyDeleteWe most certainly will not.
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