Not really hungry." "She’ll eat." Pritkin said curtly. "I said —" "If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation." "I eat plenty." "The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however." "I’ll have… — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
I glanced at Radu. "What, exactly is Louis-Cesare's problem?'. [..] Suddenly a speculative gleam lit his eyes. It made me nervous. 'He tends to be very protective of women,"he said thoughtfully. "You're a woman Dory." "Thank you for pointing that out. But I didn't think dhampirs qualified." Radu smirked. "It appears you've been upgraded. — Karen Chance Copy Share
“He had all the self-preservation instincts of a bug near a shiny windshield.” — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
“I liked Pritkin loud and bitching, in other words, his normal state. I didn't like it when he got quiet.” — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
“A courteous war mage. The world really was coming to an end. And then Pritkin ran back around the corner followed by half a… — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
..."I ran out of stock around midnight and dropped by a place, got some Chinese." I hoped he meant takeout. — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
“When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.” — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face. — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
“Because the next moment, when I was hauled out from under the bed and up to a pair of so-familiar green eyes, I just hung there limply. And stared. At a face that was hard to look at. Not that it was unattractive. There had been a time when I'd thought so-the overlarge nose, the hard-as-glass eyes, the I-couldn't-be-bothered-to-shave-today-and-possibly-not-yesterday-either stubble… — Karen Chance Copy Share
“I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn't remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it. "You really hate my hair, don't you?" he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it. "Yeah" "Why?" I reached… — Karen Chance Copy Share
“I rotated my eyeball—and, goddamnit, even that hurt—to see the leader of my bodyguards peering at me.” — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
