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Mess with my weed again and I'll be informing Daddy that there was an early casualty on the mission." I saw him wince at my designation for Mircea and grinned.

This isn't sex." I blinked. "Oh. Then what is it?" "An emergency!" I started to argue and then thought twice about it. Considering what Mircea would do to Pritkin if he ever found out about this...Yeah. Emergency sounded good.

I have to fix this," I told him, as clearly and calmly as I could. "If you want to help me, then help me. Don't shield me, don't protect me, don't bury me alive. Help me .

What is your problem?" I asked, scooping the freezing mess out of my cleavage. "We got unfinished business," he reminded me. "My name's not Bill." He chuckled. "Yeah, I loved that movie. Shoulda brought a katana, but it seemed like an unfair advantage.

The getup, sort of mad scientist meets Rambo, would have made me smile, except that I believe in showing respect for someone carrying that much hardware.

Pritkin was saying something, something I should probably be paying attention to since he was looking a little...stressed.

What?" I said defensively, clutching the mink and my dignity. Since I was barefoot, mostly naked and completely hungover, I was pretty sure I grasped only one of them.

Look," I said, trying to reason with him despite extensive experience that this rarely worked. "This isn't a great time. I have my inauguration—" "Coronation." "—coming up

Can you repeat that pickup line for me?" I heard one of the vamps ask. "I want to write it down. Something about the usual?

I rotated my eyeball—and, goddamnit, even that hurt—to see the leader of my bodyguards peering at me.

I tossed it on a pile with the coat, my stiff-with-cold jeans and the expensive scrap of silk that had been wedged up my ass for the past half hour.

Giving him the distinction of being the only human to be literally kicked out of hell.

No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

Lying in his dirty palm is a pale green stone.

good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of" (Luke 6:45).

In direct address, a noun names the person (or the dog) being spoken to.

Those who are meek shall inherit this earth; the ugly ones shall have their cake and munch on it, too.

Let's you and me get together and do away with some of the possibilities.

Cygnus was to remain with the wagon to guard it, though Zophiel protested that allowing a one-armed man to guard anything was like putting a leash on a rabbit and expecting it to hunt boar.

Besides, I'm not sure they let ferrets into Heaven and I'd miss old Mavet.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.