When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette. But youโre not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?
Karen ChanceI 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.
Karen ChancePritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. โMy clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them.โ โThen strip.โ โI beg your pardon?โ He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldnโt possibly have heard right.
Karen ChanceMy name is Cassie Palmer and Iโve cheated death more times than anyone has a right to expect. In the last two months, Iโve been shot, stabbed, beaten and blown up a few dozen times, and that doesnโt count all the magical ways Iโve almost been killed. Iโd have been dead a long time ago if not for my friends, one of whom had just jumped off the cliff after me. Iโd have been a lot more appreciative if he hadnโt pushed me first.
Karen Chance