She surveyed the carnage behind him. "Did you have fun?" He showed her his teeth. "Yes.

Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.

Nothing kills a party like an oversize metal hedgehog.

In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.

And men my prophet wail deride!

We can do subtle," I assured her. "It's our middle name," Andrea added. For some odd reason Rene didn't look convinced.

I closed my eyes. “Are you okay?” “I’m tired. My knee is hurting again and I’m trying to teleport myself upstairs.” “Um, Kate, you can’t do that.” “I know. But I’m trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?