Friday February 27, 2009
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Epilogue


Elf: Hello, pipsqueak.
Para Ventura: Hi, Commander.
Elf: My boyfriend tells me you killed a dozen people while protecting him and Private Aardman from the mob.
Para Ventura: There were only eight, and I didn't mean to kill them.
Elf: Yeah? Well playing Goddess of War and protecting the most beautiful bald head in the universe is supposed to be my job.
Elf: Thanks for standing in for me.
Para Ventura: Please don't make me need to do it again.