I'd almost died. His fingers closed on my chin and began to turn my face slowly towards his. But the fact that his taste is perverted, and that he has no relish forthe spiritual, is due to his own deliberate rejection of good and thecultivation of evil. I noticed there was a blade sticking out of his cast like a spearhead.
His handsome face had thinned to a blankness, an emptiness that left his dark brown eyes like two burned holes in his face. I'll agree with the old soul part, I said. For me that usually meant the police, which meant a murder scene. I'd be in some stinking hole somewhere alive because Olaf would never think to take my head.
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