All that Glisters...It was said of Archibald Leopold Thudd that he had sold his soul to the devil at a very early age, and that the devil had given it back because he felt he had got the poor end of the bargain: most people liked to think that hell was not ready for a boy like Thudd. Wherever there was trouble, you could guarantee that Thudd was involved. Local bookmakers took to running a pool on him for a while, taking bets (and making a fair bit of money on the side) on when he would pick a fight with the wrong bull-necked barbarian, or seduce the wrong mob-connected merchant's daughter. The fact was that the boy had little or no respect for pain, and was almost entirely lacking in fear - his scruples were sadly wanting too.
Trystan's BaneFor two score years the land of Myr
The Ballad of Dyr DynfieIn sleep most deep lay Dyr Dynfie,
Ride of the NazgulSummoned from your bower in the bosom of the earth,
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