“Nothing that I might scrawl on the parchment would give a suitable accounting of Billy Bones. This parchment has pallor and so does not bring out the red in Bones’s face. The plume does not caper nearly as cleverly as Bones. Bones was a drunkard, but a sound rover, and maybe one of the best rovers that ever crooked a sword into a liver. I would need a torrent of quills to relate his rascality.”

—Edward Chupak, Silver: My Own Tale as Written by Me with a Goodly Amount of Murder, 2008.