Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Saphire
Motto: If you don’t find satisfaction, squeeze harder
Desires: To have a finger in every pie
Weapon of Choice: Knife
Description: Brogan was small compared to most men I’d seen. His broad hands and thick forearms looked like they’d been stolen from a sturdier man and grafted onto his weaselly frame. He seldom spoke, and when he did, his voice was a quiet mumble of blended sounds. I once made a game of creating my own nonsense sentences from his burbled words.
Discussion Questions For Brogan?
- Where do you think Brogan gets his cruelty from?
- What is your favorite quote?
- Do you think he recognized Quin at the end?
- What satisfies Brogan the most?
- Do you ever feel pity for him?
Still, he treated me as a son–taking me with him on daily excursions and teaching me his trade. More properly, I should say trades, for he was involved in many–his fingertips stretched to fill every one of the city’s unholy crevices. Thievery, prostitution, murder-for-hire, gambling, bribery, extortion, coin-clipping; nothing worth damnation happened without Brogan’s touch, or so it seemed to me.