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

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.

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

Dorina?" Louis Cesare's voice was loud in my ear. The one I had squeezed against the phone, which was squeezed against my sore shoulder, becuase I was using both hands to keep Ray's point in his pants. "The fey, damm it!" I told him. "They're for the fey!" "Which one?" Louis Cesare asked, his voice going velvety soft. "All of them- No Ray! Ray, cut it out!" "All of them?

Stercus Accidit. [barren happens]

Louis-Cesare. It's good to finally have you in hand.

I left it with a warmer,” he said drily. Because war mages ate their fried chicken frozen to the ground and they liked it.