Vishakha Motwani

“Coffee has given me unrealistic expectations of my productivity
-T-SHIRT”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“The fact that there’s a Highway to Hell and only a Stairway to Heaven says a lot about anticipated traffic numbers. —”
― Darynda Jones, The Curse of Tenth Grave

“Should I leave you two alone?" he asked, changing the subject.

"He's taken," I said, accepting the fact that forgiving himself was something Reyes didn't do. "Osh. By someone very special."

"And who might that be?"

This might be a little hard for him to swallow. Tact was definitely in order. Or I could just blurt it out and watch his expression go from content to disbelief to horror to a bristly, murderous kind of fury. I chose door number two. "He's destined to be with our daughter."

Reyes's expression slowly changed from content to disbelief to horror to a bristly, murderous kind of fury. "Oh, hell, no." He shot to his feet. "A Daeva? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Just like a dad.

"Yes, a Daeva. But I wouldn't dismiss him so offhandedly."

He whirled around and scowled. Not really at me. Just in general. "What do you mean?"

I pressed one corner of my mouth together in thought. "Okay, you know how I was the grim reaper all of my life, then suddenly I'm also this god from another dimension? And how you're the son of Satan all your life, then suddenly you're a god from this dimension? Who does that? Our lives are so weird. I think that maybe Osh is something else, too." I traced one of the dark lines on his face. "I think there's more than meets the eye. I see greatness in him, Reyes. I see a power beyond our imaginings. I see him giving his life for our daughter."

"Oh." He sat back down, satisfied. "As long as he dies in the end.”
― Darynda Jones, The Curse of Tenth Grave

“I think senility is going to be a fairly smooth transition for me. —TRUE FACT   Beep”
― Darynda Jones, The Curse of Tenth Grave