What?” I said defensively, clutching the mink and my dignity. Since I was barefoot, mostly naked and completely hungover, I was pretty sure I grasped only one of them.
War mages ordered, threatened and bitched. They didn't deal.
It's about time! It's supposed to be a ritual, not a marathon.
To know Pritkin was to want to kill him, but so far I'd resisted temptation.
I was alive, they were not. Go Me. (Touch the Dark)
Mess with my weed again and I’ll be informing Daddy that there was an early casualty on the mission.” I saw him wince at my designation for Mircea and grinned.