I called the Ops Room, hoping to get Luc, and possibly Ethan, on the phone. “Jimmy’s House of Vampires,” Luc answered, in a really poor Bronx accent.
I had a sense of your passion when we met, Merit. When you first stormed into my House with fire in your eyes.” “That wasn’t fire. That was sheer, unmitigated fury.
An image of Luc’s face flashed on my screen, his finger waggling. “Time to go outside!” it said. “Time to go outside!” I tried to silence it, reduce the volume, and turn off the phone, but to no avail. Luc had definitely created a reminder for our outdoor guarding duties – and there was no way to turn it off. I grimaced at the phone and showed it to Ethan. “We have a monster on our hands.
But night came again, because night, like death and taxes, was inevitable.
Laugh. Always choose to laugh.
He was an imperialistic, self-righteous pain in the ass. But he was my pain in the ass, you know? And tonight, I won’t be with him. That definitely feels strange.
At least you had sense enough not to attempt to lead this particular away team.” “Star Trek,” I murmured, picking out one of Luc’s ubiquitous movie and television references. “I have trained you well, Padawan.” “You’re mixing your Wars and Treks,” Jeff pointed out. “They’re interchangeable,” Luc said, earning a horrified look from Jeff.
Luc would have put my head on a pike if you’d taken a hit.” “How do you know I didn’t?” I opened my mouth, then closed it again. “Did you?” His eyes went to sultry slits. “Do you want to look and see?” “Not especially.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.
There is nothing we want quite as much as the thing we know we can’t have.
I’m glad to know you have a sense of humor.” “I’m a vampire, not a zombie.” “Good to know.
Luc is busy protecting our vampires.” “Luc is your bodyguard. He swore an oath to protect you.” An irritated shake of his head. “You’re in this already.” “Luc was there when you explained the raves, helped you plan for my involvement, and I’m sure you’ve brought him up to speed about what we learned so far. He knows everything that I know.” “Luc was busy.” “I was busy.” “Luc isn’t you.
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. “Goose on the lawn,” Luc said. “Goose?” I asked. “That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
You got shot?” “A couple of times, as it turns out. They aren’t lying about the immortality thing.
Supernatural man drama was making me grouchy.
I was impressed that she looked so good on so little sleep. I’d have looked like a plague victim on a bad hair day.
Have you ever noticed that however uncomfortable you might have been when you first went to bed-the room too hot or too cold; the pillows not quite right; the mattress lumpy; the sheets sratchy-by the time you should get up, your bed has transformed itself into the Platonic ideal of beds? The room is cool, the bed is soft, and the pillow may as well have been God’s Own Headrest.
Hot beef in the name of peace.
Next steps?” I asked, turning him back to business once again. “A stiff drink?” “Have I finally driven you to alcohol, Sentinel?
And that,” she said, putting the shaker back on the bar, “is how vampires make rainbows.” – Lindsey.
I need gnome books. You know, because sorcerers just don’t get them.” He didn’t get the joke.