Nick could see the gun shaking in Alan’s hand now, in tight, terrified spasms. “Last night we put a magician in the river,” Alan said, his voice low and intense as if he were making a promise. “Maybe we should send you to join him.” "You know the rules," the woman whispered. "Don’t shoot the messenger." Nick interrupted, leaning down to speak in her ear. “Do they say, ‘Don’t cut the messenger in half with your great big sword’?”
How beautiful is this? (I specially love the Welcome to Exeter!) And how happy am I to be on such a magnificently titled list?