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374 pages, Paperback
First published June 26, 2013






⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not Bad, But Not Great*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱











• to/too
• then/than
• gate/gait
• I'm want to meet


"When going back to your childhood home, there is that one perfect moment. It's the moment where, as you grab the door knob and start turning, memories jumble across your mind like the spill of photographs from a box...

"Larissa weighed it in her hand. "This is a very light history." The Oracle arched one fine brow. "Why would I bother with that? This, my dear, is about how gargoyles mate."
"Don't worry, Miss Miller. They'll take care of the gargoyle." Unease trickled through Larissa "Who are they?"
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"Before Laire comes up with a reason why we should start removing clothes to prove some theory, I got a question." Fallon said. "Can we teleport out of here if this turns ugly?"
"Nope, our only hope will be for you to swing your sword, Wulver to fang out, and me to set everything on fire... Ooh! Liquor," And Laire turned way, walking to the bar.
"Laire, get back here! You do not drink before we meet with our mortal enemy."
~*~
"I don't think you belong here."
Laire plopped down on the barstool. "And I'm supposed to care about the opinion of someone who drools over corpses? Your implants have more sense than you do."
~*~
"Please tell me you recognize the most in-demand mercenary in the business?"
"Why, did we have a drunken one-night stand you forgot to tell me about?"
~*~
"Who do they think I am, sending a pansy-ass like that against me?"
Fallon patted Laire's shoulder, a there-there motion. "I don't think they knew we'd be waiting when they prepared this trap. But for you, we'll send his head back to them with a note to not insult you again. Does that make you feel better?"
Laire gave a long, theatrical sigh. "I don't know, maybe."