Russell Nohelty

I was comfortable hearing no. I had to be in my line of work. Often, there was only one magical scepter or enchanted amulet of a certain type in the whole world, and tracking it down took tenacity.

I wanted to take a long drive through the streets of Los Angeles. It was a driving town, which was one of the few things I liked about it.

I followed Kalle as he ping-ponged between the containers like a rat looking for a piece of cheese, hitting a dead end and then doubling back on himself.

Most mortals didn’t survive tumbling into my web of misfortune, but she did, and that was impressive.

The ground was black obsidian from the lava that had flowed over it for eons. A cauldron of orange lava steamed up from the ground.

The sound of Billy Joel played through the house when I entered.

The hardest part of a prisoner transfer was that you had to trust the other party to behave themselves.

Forty-five minutes was not a lot of time, but I could do a lot of damage with it given the proper motivation, and I was intensely motivated.