I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

Kiss me....Cassie....Like you mean it.

Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy

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.

I did have regrets these past six months,” he told me quietly. “I found it a curse as much as a blessing, all that time to think. About the things I could have said, that I should have told you . . .

I’m driving,” Louis-Cesare said, sliding into the low seat as easily as if he’d done it a hundred times. “You’re drunk.” I wished. “I had all of two beers, mostly for the water content.” “If you needed water, why didn’t you drink water?” “I don’t like water.