I couldnโt see Pritkinโs face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didnโt sound happy. Some people thought he had only one mode... pissed off. In reality, he had plenty of them. Over the past few weeks, Iโd learned to tell the difference between real pissed off, impatient pissed off and scared pissed off. I suspected that this was the last kind. If so, that made two of us.
Karen ChanceA gentleman would have announced himself!โ I told him, pressing against the side of the tub. โAnd a scoundrel would have joined you.โ -- Kit Marlowe to the witch Gillian (shortly before joining her in the tub!)
Karen ChanceYou know, I was gutting this loser the other day, and I thought, Itโd be more fun fighting that little dhampir. I wonder if sheโs recovered yet. And here you are.โ โLucky me,โ I said. Scarface grinned. โYou know, I might even let you live. Youโre funny.
Karen ChanceI barely heard him, I was too busy watching Pritkin, who had slumped over with his head on the sofa arm, shoulders shaking helplessly, and what looked suspiciously like tears leaking out from under his closed eyes. "Not that bad," he muttered, and then he was off again.
Karen ChanceNot really hungry." "Sheโll eat." Pritkin said curtly. "I said โ" "If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation." "I eat plenty." "The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however." "Iโll have a sandwich," I told Nick. "No meat.
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