SPLAT.
"Finally killed you, you disgusting piece of shit."
A deep, smooth voice laced with irritation followed as a black boot lifted off the crushed remains of a roach. Not just any roach, one of the flying ones.
"Y'know, in all my days of living, I've never seen anyone who hates roaches as much as you do."
The reply came lighter, feminine, smooth and teasing, genuinely amused.
"Sounds like a lie. Everyone hates mosquitoes and roaches. The two banes of existence." he replied matter of factly, brushing the gore off his boot with the edge of a rock.
"Whatever you say, T.." she giggled, shaking her head.
Terrence Danbrose could honestly say that ever since he died and woke up in this new fantasy world, the same one he'd once devoured as pages of his favorite novel 'Rising of the Primordial Mage,' the experience had been nothing like reading.
