I looked up to find a slim blond figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen. For a frozen second, I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I screamed and threw my coffee, which hit him square in the groin.

He’s a war mage. They’re almost impossible to kill.” He scowled. “Even on purpose.

There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference.

I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

I'm about to rupture something," he was informed, as the big, gaily wrapped box she was carrying smacked into the small of his back again. She had an uncanny ability to hit the same spot every time.

You mean you let him talk to you like that and you aren't even getting any Man what a rip-off.

I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. 'Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let's not do this again sometime, okay?' Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.'Ow!'He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. 'That hurt!' What do you see?' A big red mark.