Where are you going?” “To get a Coke!” “Would you—” “No!
Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, "Bob would be very disappointed in you.
(Djinn are essentially vapor.) "I blew him away.
I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’ ‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.
Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.
Take the back door," she said. "Claire, you and your strang friend-" "Eve," they both said simultaneously, and Eve held out her fst for a bump. "Or, you could call me Eve the Great, Mistress of All She Surveys. Eve for short.