Dragoncrest Cliffs all right

Quennell was the type who continued to bully a body long after the blood cooled, Sobo thought. He played dead a little while longer, then let his lips curl in a mischievous grin. Waugh! he said, jolting up like a reanimated corpse and flailing in place so Quennell might find amusement in it.

He could tell when his brother's energy started to flag, and that was when he put an end to the game. Come, little shark, he said warmly, even you cannot fight forever. Time for a nap, dere. He tucked the boy in along Erzulie's stomach and Aminthe's round side, gave his mother a gentle tap on the muzzle in farewell, and departed to let someone else have a turn visiting.