I wasn’t entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.
He wasn’t that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird.
He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.
A legend is merely a history man decided to bugger.
Then you must be willing to fight,” Mircea responded. “Life is not a gift, Raphael; it’s a challenge. Rise to it!
When good Americans die, they go to Paris,? the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette. But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?
If I’d had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn’t allow me even a tiny chance of escape.
Louis-Cesare slowly pulled himself into a half-standing position against the side of the winery.‘What? Did you think one little mage was going to do me in?’ He swallowed hard. ‘Hell, that was just a warm-up.
Let Daddy help.
When good Americans die, they go to Paris,′ the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.
She was the oddest combination of contradictions he’d ever met -innocence and sensuality, candour and diplomacy, anxiety and utter fearlessness. He hadn’t even begun to figure out how her mind worked. But she was damn well going to live long enough for him to try.
My nerves needed a break, not a reminder of how much trouble we were in. I prowled around, but it didn’t help. I still felt like my skin was on too tight.
Fresh blood at midnight isn’t red. It’s a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
The getup, sort of mad scientist meets Rambo, would have made me smile, except that I believe in showing respect for someone carrying that much hardware.