[b]Brent Weeks
We each tend to think of our time as the end product of all that has come before, which is true, but we like to believe our time is therefore the pinnacle, rather than another pearl on the string.[/b]
Pearl? More like another rhinestone.
Desperate men fight best.
Any desperate men here? Not counting the fucking degenerates of course.
Life is empty. Life is meaningless. When we take a life, we aren’t taking anything of value. Wet boys are killers. That’s all we do. That’s all we are. There are no poets in the bitter business.
Any wet boys here? Wet Kids?
How do you know all this? Delara asked.
I’m the Prism, Gavin said. Five minutes.
You can’t treat us like this. We aren’t slaves to take your orders. What will you do if we don’t let you go? Klytos Blue asked.
Turning cold eyes on the little man, Gavin said, I’ll kill you and piss on your corpse. He meant it.
Of course they’ve all been banned here at ILP.
To be king means to accept that others will pay the price of your failures – and even your successes.
What today we call presidents.
And on a difference of three minutes, all of history changes.
Or less of course. All the way down to a blink of an eye.