Home-there’s a magic word. I hadn’t properly appreciated it on my first return but this time I would be going home the rich and conquering hero and I’d damn well enjoy it. After all, did I not say: I’m a liar and a cheat and a coward, but I will never, ever, let a friend down. Unless of course not letting them down requires honesty, fair play, or bravery.
Consistency! That’s the finest virtue a man can possess. Somebody famous said that. Famous and wise. And if they didn’t then they damned well should have.
Somehow all these thoughts managed to cram themselves through my head in the moments of silence that stretched between me, Kara, and Hennan. Warmed by the memory of home, I even started to think everything would all be all right. Kara would probably soften to me on the way back. . show me her northern delights. .
When the door banged open and a thick arm grabbed the neck of my shirt, hauling me backward through it, I didn’t even have time to scream.