There is no ship--there is nothing! Who is coming ?" He seizes his revolver.

The fire in the fire-place is burning faintly; the shadows are tossing about--but two of these shadows are darker than the others and they are walking.

Khorre shouts: "Halt!" A man's voice, heavy and deep, answers: "Hush! Put down your weapons.

I am the abbot of this place." "Fire, Noni, fire! They have come for you." "I have come to help you.

Put down your knife, fool, or I will break every bone in your body without a knife.