"Ow!" said Eoin when she bit his hand, but he did not pull it back out of her maw. "That's how yer goin' to do it, huh?" he laughed. "Go on and fight me -- that's what gets ya going'; I like it. I'm goin' t' make ya cry." he told her and to her rude request -- he would make no such promises.
She ...

"Not wrong, as long as yer pickin' up the tab. Haven't got a brass farthing t' spare," Eoin told Mr. Quemper. Going to a pub instead of into the warehouse was a way to keep him away from the guns, surely. It only assured him that his information on Quemper was correct — and that the man was ...

Aoife, he thought, looked as nasty and ragged and wild as ever, scampering down the dirty alleyway. She was too scrawny, but her body was to Eoin the most enticing thing he'd laid his eyes on since wandering through market this morning and eyeing the steaks at the butcher. "C'mere an' get a feel ...

Achille Quemper came out of the door of the warehouse. He was a good-looking fellow who was not from around, with long dreadlocks. Eoin looked at him sideways. Quemper did not offer him his hand and Eoin kept his at his side. Quemper's lackeys were around somewhere in the dark warehouse, he felt ...

Eoin walked down a side street in South London towards Tower Bridge. It was noon and it just stopped raining. The sky was grey and the wind was cold, and the river smelled like putrid shit. He spat on the cobblestone. Eoin was sick, but not very sick. He smoked just enough. He wanted to smoke more ...

"Aoife!" Eoin was loitering around the headquarters of the Greenstreet Gang again. Sean and his boys tried to beat him up yesterday, but he was not so weak as a fortnight earlier. All his hair was cut off and he had on new clothes. They were not new. They were Luc Wynn's old clothes, but to Eoin ...

...

Eoin's gaze remained opaque. There was a readiness in his body that differed from its prior sunken hunching. It was directed outwards and towards the priest, who did what Eoin wanted to see: He made something tangible possible. Washing his clothes, providing a bath, all that was mundane, didn't cost ...

Eoin looked up from his teacup and the further Luc went with his words, the more he hung to every syllable that formed and manifested in the air. His first reaction was disbelief, then hope, then suspicion, then anxious astonishment. These waves of emotion rippled across his face in quick and fluid ...

Aoife's hand came into his field of view from the right and briefly obscured the sky, until he felt it in his hair. She grabbed it, pulling on it so he would look at her. Eoin did, his eyes swimming in pain, not because of her harsh touch. He smiled weakly. "Aye, t' bread's fine," he said. His hand ...