Myrnin was heading for Kim when she picked up a crossbow lying on a table nearby and shot him pointblank in the chest.He staggered backward, muttered, "Not again

Because when your potential competition was some ancient, occasionally suave dude who dressed in velvet and still looked twenty-something, nothing could make you feel a lot better.

Let's say that it belong to me as much as it belongs to anyone alive today. If I am, strictly speaking, living. The old word was undead, you know, but aren't all living things undead. I dislike imprecision.