You decent?” I pulled the towel up a little higher. “Yes, if my wrinkled toes don’t offend.” Marco’s swarthy head popped around the doorjamb. “Naw, they’re cute.

One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it.

But you were Mine. My child. And I would not give you up.

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

This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes

Mircea leaned over to refill my wineglass, and a section of his bare chest showed under the robe, along with a hint of dusky nipple. It's a good thing I'm too stuffed to move, I thought hazily. I would so have jumped that.

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