I couldn’t see Pritkin’s face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didn’t sound happy. Some people thought he had only one mode... pissed off. In reality, he had plenty of them. Over the past few weeks, I’d learned to tell the difference between real pissed off, impatient pissed off and scared pissed off. I suspected that this was the last kind. If so, that made two of us.
I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance w… - Karen Chance
I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance w…
- Karen Chance
All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me,” I said heatedly. The beetle’s lips twisted enough to show fang. “Doesn’t everyone?” Radu… - Karen Chance
All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me,” I said heatedly. The beetle’s lips twisted enough to show fang. “Doesn’t everyone?” Radu…
Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious. - Karen Chance
Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious.
Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well. - Karen Chance
Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.
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… - Karen Chance
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…
I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse. - Karen Chance
I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.
He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill. - Karen Chance
He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.
It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble. - Karen Chance
It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.
So maybe it was just as well that my companion was more like Mulder. A coked-out Mulder with a lot of weapons, who knew that the monsters under the b… - Karen Chance
So maybe it was just as well that my companion was more like Mulder. A coked-out Mulder with a lot of weapons, who knew that the monsters under the b…
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