Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He’d washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.

I’d never known that anyone could kiss in English, kiss in apologies.

You know, dulceata, there are times when I truly believe you are the most frightening person I know. Thank you?

Stercus Accidit. [barren happens]

When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette. But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?

I have to fix this,” I told him, as clearly and calmly as I could. “If you want to help me, then help me. Don’t shield me, don’t protect me, don’t bury me alive. Help me .

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