“I don’t remember much,” he said, pausing the game.

Mom blames Uncle for passing his love of schlock monster movies on to me.

“These imps, little or big?”

Cheyenne listened to the weak voice of the wounded enemy beside her.

“You’re positive?”

I keep my mistress on the fringe of the dying war.

“Your god is a lie.”

“I was seeking a connection with an angel.”

“Is it true? What the Captain said?”