I need your help. Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. One last job, Hadrian told him, then added, I promise. Is it dangerous? Very. Is there a good chance I'll get killed? Odds are definitely in favor of that. Royce nodded, looked down at the scarf in his lap, and replied, Okay.


Percepliquis (ed. Hachette UK, 2012) - ISBN: 9781405517126

Michael J. Sullivan Quotes

I need your help. Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. One last job, Hadrian told him,...

I need your help. Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. One last job, Hadrian told him,...

I need your help. Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. One last job, Hadrian told him,...

I need your help. Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. One last job, Hadrian told him,...