My tablecloth was missing in action and long, jagged scratches covered the table's surface.The scratches looked suspiciously like letters. I climbed on a chair and looked at it from above. MINE. Oh, that's great. Fantastic. So mature. Perhaps he would pull my pigtails next or stick a tack on my seat.
Ilona AndrewsJack didnโt fully get Jesus. Audrey tried to explain it, and he could repeat it back to her, word for word, but he still didnโt comprehend most of it. The best he could gather was that Jesus lived long ago, told people to be nice, and they killed him for it. At the end, he asked who was Jesusโ necromancer and if he was in the Bible, then Kaldar couldnโt stop laughing and had to sit down.
Ilona AndrewsAnd I meant to tell you: that was a one-in-a-thousand shot." She raised her hand. "Don't." "It was awesome," George confirmed. "It really was," Jack said. "His head exploded.
Ilona AndrewsIt's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.
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