I barely heard him, I was too busy watching Pritkin, who had slumped over with his head on the sofa arm, shoulders shaking helplessly, and what looked suspiciously like tears leaking out from under his closed eyes. "Not that bad," he muttered, and then he was off again.

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You love me?" He just looked at me for a moment. And then he reared back his head and laughed, a rich, mellow sound, unreserved and unashamed. " No, not at all. I regularly battle gods for women I dislike!

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Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.

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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.

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I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

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He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

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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 hustled me out the door before I could find out if the vamp’s plump little carcass would fit into his overstuffed desk.

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There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference.

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We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.

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Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.

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It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

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

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I’d been declared—over my loud and sustained protests—Pythia, the chief seer of the supernatural world.

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Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy

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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 bed were real and would gut you.

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Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious.

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I left it with a warmer,” he said drily. Because war mages ate their fried chicken frozen to the ground and they liked it.

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You decent?” I pulled the towel up a little higher. “Yes, if my wrinkled toes don’t offend.” Marco’s swarthy head popped around the doorjamb. “Naw, they’re cute.

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They always assumed that I did not speak. That I could not. So many had plotted my death, discussed it, laughed about it, even while I was in the same room, because they assumed I was mindless. Like one of the failures of their kind, born mad. But I was not a failure. I was what I was supposed to be. I was dhampir. And they never lived to tell anyone they were wrong.

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I'm about to rupture something," he was informed, as the big, gaily wrapped box she was carrying smacked into the small of his back again. She had an uncanny ability to hit the same spot every time.

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I looked up, but had to crane my head back, leaving the features above me wrong-side up. The clear green eyes were the same, and, unfortunately, so was the spiky blond hair. It didn’t look any better from this angle, I decided.

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