It wasn’t the first time he’d run for his life. And it most likely wouldnot be the last. In the past few decades, though, he’d mostly run fromangry fathers who’d found him where they felt...

And forced me to kill my own brother.

Don’t make me cover your face with a pillow until you see my side of things.””Isn’t that called murder?

Because, my thick-headedbrother, if you want information about human men then you go to theone place all human men come to eventually.