Her laugh was a travesty. Which made sense because in a way, so was his apology. But what was he supposed to say?I want you until I hurt. Until I sweat. I love you with...

He smiled at that, and then his gaze shifted to a spot over my shoulder and it faded. ‘These doubts wouldn’t have anything to do with the company you’re keeping of late, would they?’I didn’t...

Not really hungry.””She’ll eat.” Pritkin said curtly.”I said —””If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation.””I eat plenty.””The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however.””I’ll have a...

Great. I’d been dumped in Hell’s waiting room.

I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. ‘Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let’s not do this again...

I willingly accept Cassandra’s fateTo speak the truth, although believed too late.

The most temptation I’d experienced had been with Tomas, the Senate’s spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.

Surely, she was too young to have so many ghosts.

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.

Whither thou goest, I will go;Where thou diest, will I dieAnd there will I be buried:The Angel do so to me, and more also,If aught but death part thee and me.

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?

He banged on the side of the carriage. “Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.

Well, look who’s on my front porch,” he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. “A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate.”I looked down at my clothes, ripped and shredded and covered in mud and...

Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves,And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves.Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms,Under the star of...