The Raven King

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but it's not you I'm worried about," Nicky said. "If you're going to play dealer who do we have in goal second half?"

Wymack looked at Andrew. Andrew looked over his shoulder as if checking for a third goalkeeper.

"You should be Court."

It was barely a whisper, but it cut Neil to the bone. It was a resentful goodbye to the bright future Kevin had wanted for Neil.

Have fun. Or don't. I don't care.

Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, please, just shut the fuck up

"I'm remembering why I don't like you."

"I'm surprised you forgot in the first place."

"You have this way of making people want to kill you,"

"I can stab him again or I can stay with you. The choice is yours."

"Neil is a walking tragedy."

"You're a pretty pathetic sob story yourself,"

"I'm fine."

Nicky fist-pumped in triumph. "Thank you for being so predictable, Neil. You just scored me ten bucks with two words."

Matt looked up. "Are you serious? Who the hell bet against you?"
Nicky jerked a thumb at Kevin. "There's a sucker born every minute."

"Coach, this line-up is insane."

"Yup. Good luck."