Glen Cook Quote
Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?I don't know. The falling sickness?Give him some of his own soup, somebody suggested. Serve him right. A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat.His eye clicked open. What are you trying to do? Poison me? Feh! What was that? Boiled sewage?Your soup, I told him.
Glen Cook
Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?I don't know. The falling sickness?Give him some of his own soup, somebody suggested. Serve him right. A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat.His eye clicked open. What are you trying to do? Poison me? Feh! What was that? Boiled sewage?Your soup, I told him.
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