Twin trails of saliva drooled from
the corners of its mouth, leaving
black streaks to down past its
chin. There wasn’t a hair to be
seen on its head.
“Wizard,” it said, and its voice
was the same as had come
through the glossy stone. “Your
life need not end this day.
Surrender and I will spare your
I could hear Mac reloading behind
me. Thomas had his gun in his
hand, behind his back, and was
prowling silently around the room
to force Sharkface to turn to keep
an eye on him.
Except it didn’t have eyes.
Whatever this thing was using to
keep track of us, I had a feeling
that just standing in an
inconvenient spot wasn’t going to
net us much of an advantage.
“Surrender,” I said, as though
trying to place where I’d heard
the word before. “Yeah, um. I’m
not so sure I want any
surrenders today. There was a
sale on surrenders last week, and
I missed it, but I don’t want to
rush out and buy another one at
the regular price right away. I’m
afraid the sale might come back a
week later, and then, I mean,
come on. How stupid would I feel
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days
Librarian of Trivia, Emeritus