This has led to the death of every Mage who tried no matter how the questions were couched. They have however answered specific questions related to i...ncursions from the outer realms and that is what I hoped might keep us alive today." I gather Mage Hermes does not like you then?" I asked."He trained Merlin; he's never forgiven me for showing the Council what a little shit Merlin is," Morgana said using profanity for the first time ever in my presence."He sympathises with the Coalition?" I said. Roxanne is just watching. The man laughs and says to her, “There’s no getting out. You’re licking my ass hole.” She says, “No. I’d rather get shot.” He shoots a bullet right past her head. She caves in and comes over, flitting her tongue over his asshole, looking like she’s about to vomit. We continue like this for five minutes, then she says, “No. Shoot me. I’d literally rather die.”He smiles, turns the gun over to me, and shoots me in the chest. As I see my vision go blacker, I hear, “You. Does she sense the delicious irony inthese words?"'But Ann,' I insist, people want to know why you did such a radicalturn and walked away. You told us all about your new beliefs, but younever told us why you changed.She threw her hands up in the air. 'Write that the estrogen finally wonout. That my compassion gene finally kicked in. Write whatever you want.That's what journalists do anyway.' With that, she turned abruptly andwalked away."Coulter stopped reading and winced. That was the old Ann. But he didn't. This was the first text he had received in weeks,and those long weeks of not talking to anyone had taken their toll. Bynow, any conversation was welcome conversation. The text itself wasn'tconciliatory but it wasn't altogether insulting. Doyle wanted a blow job.Art pointed out he was a guy. Doyle said that he knew, he just didn'tcare. Art had a talent for it, he said. Besides, he would make sure noone found out. Art knew a threat when he read one. He had taken this allin. He.