I thought of telling him that if it wasn't for Oklahoman cowboys and Mexican whores having a bit of fun, there would've been no Texans, but that would be counterproductive.

Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.

Sh!t. F_ck sh!t.'.... 'Sh!t f_ck would have also been accepted.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

Jack didn’t fully get Jesus. Audrey tried to explain it, and he could repeat it back to her, word for word, but he still didn’t 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 Jesus’ necromancer and if he was in the Bible, then Kaldar couldn’t stop laughing and had to sit down.

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.

As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.