The Book of Blood Volume 5 The Forbidden Part 3
She couldn't help but rise to his remark. 'I thought you liked guessing games,' she said. He threw her a sullen look. 'Wrong again.' The suggestion that she investigate was not a bad one, though doubtless he had ulterior motives for offering it. She viewed Trevor less charitably day by day. What she had once thought in him a fierce commitment to debate she now recognized as mere power-play. He argued, not for the thrill of dialectic, but because he was pathologically competitive. She had seen him, time and again, take up attitudes she knew he did not espouse, simply to spill blood. Nor, more's the pity, was he alone in this sport. Academe was one of the last strongholds of the professional time-waster. On occasion their circle seemed entirely dominated by educated fools, lost in a wasteland of stale rhetoric and hollow commitment. From one wasteland to another. She returned to Spector Street the following day, armed with a flashgun in addition to her tripod and hig…
