Fortunately for Dimitri, I had his back.

What's that?" he asked, when I stood beside him again. "Halos," I said with a grin. "For heavenly creatures like us." "That might be a stretch.

I decided the Alchemists needed an entire department devoted to handling Adrian Ivashkov.

You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans?

John Cusack is standing over there.” I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. “That’s not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.” “Seriously?” “Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack.” “Keyword: looked. That guy doesn’t look like him. That guy is him.

No one was normal, not really.

Taking a deep breathe, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.