For a second I thought I might actually be alive," I said, looking at Nick's unshaven face. "Now I know- I've gone to Hell and you're my nursemaid.

I make a bad mom, but I can pull off a crazy aunt.

Cajun stomp?" "You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.

And men my prophet wail deride!

You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

Technically, the dance worked best when done naked, but I didn't feel like prancing in the nude into Morrigan Hound's arms. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see me.

On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.