Wednesday April 4, 2007
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part VI: ...And Into The Fire


Pronto: Elf, we've covered at least three hundred klicks since burying Kevyn. That makes more than a thousand kilometers in the last sixteen days. In all that time we've seen exactly one contrail, and nothing else civilized.
Pronto: Aside from Shufgar and his pirates, we are alone here.
Pronto: And hey, baby. . . As long as we're alone. . .
Elf: Just because you're kidding doesn't mean I won't kill you for that.