QUOTE : Just so we’re clear. You die? I’m going to skin that bitch alive in the s’Hisbe tradition and send the strips back to your uncle. Then I’m going to spit-roast her carcass and chew the meat from her bones.” Rehv smiled a little, thinking it wasn’t cannibalism, because on a genetic level Shadows had as much in common with sympaths as humans did with chickens. “Hannibal Lecter motherfucker,” he murmured. “You know how we do.” Trez shook the water off his hand. “Symphaths… it’s what’s for dinner.” “You going to bust out the fava beans?” “Nah, but I might have a nice Chianti with her, and some pommes frites. I gotta have some tater with my meat. Come on, let’s get you under the water and wash that bitch’s stank off.