I stabbed him,” Flit said weakly, clutching at the tattered remains of Talon’s shirt.
“With pens,” Talon agreed.
“Is he dead?” Flit’s eyes were huge, the pupils blown black, only a sliver of color showing around the edges. He was probably going into shock.
“I don’t think so,” Talon said. “It’s pretty hard to die by pen.

Auteur: Aggy Bird