It spread slowly up from the sea-rim, a welling upwards of pure white light, ghosting the beach with silver and drawing the grey bastions of sandstone out of formless space.

“I hope you're right, Mike. I hope you aren't giving me the business.” I grinned at him. “The only one who can get shafted is me.”

Now in the halls of the necro lord / Flash of fear when he sees my sword / Raped his woman, smoked his bone / Leave a booger underneath his throne!

“One more step, Mr. Hands,” said I, “and I’ll blow your brains out!