“Santa was dead, to begin with. There was no doubt whatsoever about that. The after-action report was signed by the field commander, the director of operations, the secretary of the Office of Sidhe Affairs, and the chief battle-mage. Janus had… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Misty bit her lip — or at least that was what it looked like with the glamour. Kate could only imagine what she was… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“You ever get the feeling we're in way, WAY over our heads?' Kate asked. David shrugged. 'I get that feeling every time I go… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“It’s not a question of what you want. No sane person ever WANTS a war. But if you see outsiders as a threat and… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Janus found himself drawn to the edge of the rink, staring fixedly at Candace as she approached: grinning, puffing steam, her cheeks flushed, her… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“The man raised the violin under his chin, placed the bow across the strings, and closed his eyes. For a moment his lips moved,… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Will had discovered, even before coming to the City, that his muse was, like all muses, an incredibly finicky and temperamental mistress. He'd had… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Santa was dead, to begin with. There was no doubt whatsoever about that. The after-action report was signed by the field commander, the director… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Muscles contract somewhere above the roof of my mouth, pumping venom into her bloodstream. Kelly cries out, a gasp of pain that turns suddenly… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
