“But we aren’t human.” Sam cut him off, still cold and controlledly furious, and under the coldness he threw a sneer into his voice as well. “We aren’t even alive. Consider that, when you think what lives–all of your lives–are worth to us.”
It really was a good thing Sam was handling all the talking. I wouldn’t have been able to deliver that threat without bursting into tears.
Riders of Skaith 