Don't worry. It won't be his last one. The lady prefers not to kill for her drinks. An illustration from Watts Martin's story 'A Gift of Fire: A Gift of Blood'. Revar Desmera and a mouse who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Ink and coquille. Looking back at this I'm not too disappointed in it, but the way she should be twisting his arm for that disarm should be rotating the folds in the leather jacket the other way.

Oops.