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He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.
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He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird
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What?” I said defensively, clutching the mink and my dignity. Since I was barefoot, mostly naked and completely hungover, I was pretty sure I grasped only one of them.
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We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.
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Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.
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Trash can!” Pritkin cursed and grabbed one, just about the time everything I’d eaten that night paid a repeat visit. Whiskey, pizza, milk shake, beer-and a lone, half-dissolved gummy bear, which was a surprise, since I couldn’t actually recall having eaten any. Fun times.
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I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.
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There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference.
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You love me?" He just looked at me for a moment. And then he reared back his head and laughed, a rich, mellow sound, unreserved and unashamed. " No, not at all. I regularly battle gods for women I dislike!
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All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me,” I said heatedly. The beetle’s lips twisted enough to show fang. “Doesn’t everyone?” Radu hustled me out the door before I could find out if the vamp’s plump little carcass would fit into his overstuffed desk.
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