I thought I'd finally get to relax with Dimitri.

Wise men don't need concrete answers. By definition, they need wisdom." ~ Geraki

We all stared at the scoreboard in stunned silence. Only Carter was able to get anything out. "That," he told Robert exuberantly, "is how a bird in the hand gets up before the early worm." "That doesn't make any sense," said Roger. Carter pointed at the scoreboard. "Neither does that, but there you have it.

I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead he kissed me.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.