No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

I’d been declared—over my loud and sustained protests—Pythia, the chief seer of the supernatural world.

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

My body cheerfully informed me that he felt really good pressed against me like that, all hard muscles and smooth contours and ominous bulges. My body liked the air of barely leashed strength and caged mayhem he was giving off. My body thought he smelled really good, like heat and coffee and electricity. My body was going to get me killed.

Stercus Accidit. [barren happens]

No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

I glanced at Radu. "What, exactly is Louis-Cesare's problem?'. [..] Suddenly a speculative gleam lit his eyes. It made me nervous. 'He tends to be very protective of women,"he said thoughtfully. "You're a woman Dory." "Thank you for pointing that out. But I didn't think dhampirs qualified." Radu smirked. "It appears you've been upgraded.