I sighed. "And what am I to you, Al?" "My maid," he said brightly. "Shall we do this?

You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.

I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!

We all watched Al open the door. Turning, he waved to us, then passed the threshold. The door shut behind him. I waited for something to happen. Nothing did. “This isn’t good,” Quen said. I choked back my burst of laughter, knowing it would come out sounding hysterical.

Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard.