Quotes About Mircea

Louis-Cesare's anger suddenly filled the small room like water, and in a heartbeat his eyes went from silver tinged to as solid as two antique coins. I sat frozen, awash in a sea of power. I was beginning to understand why Mircea had wanted him along, only Daddy had failed to mention anything about the hair-trigger temper. I guess he assumed the red hair would clue me in.

I'm beginning to sense a theme," Mircea said, tossing his suit coat over a buckskin-covered chair. A moose head with huge, outspread antlers loomed over it, its bright glass eyes looking oddly lifelike in the low light. Mircea took in the room, his expression slightly repulsed yet fascinated. "I believe there is only one thing to say at this point." What's that?" Yee haw," he said gravely, and took me down like a rodeo calf.

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.

This is getting surreal," Marlowe murmured. "Even for this place." "Cassie is here-mentally," Mircea told him. "I gathered that." "She seems to find it difficult to understand why I do not wish to have her in my head, unannounced, any time she pleases--" Marlowe gave a bark of a laugh. "Oh this should be fun.