You're a liar!" He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when I'm telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You've got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.
Becca FitzpatrickIt makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.โ โIt does make a difference,โ I said, my voice small but confident. โYou and I share the same blood.โ I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. โIโm your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and youโll die. Itโs written in The Book of Enoch.
Becca FitzpatrickDid they look like anyone we know? For exampleโฆ a cross between Pippi Longstocking and the Wicked Witch of the West would obviously give us Marcie Millar
Becca FitzpatrickQuit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like Iโm a boy. Like Dorian Gray.โ โDorian who?โ I sighed. โJust think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.โ โSure thing, Gumdrop.โ I grimaced. โI take that back. Letโs stick with Grey.
Becca FitzpatrickCheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
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