He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. “You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don’t you, Mouse?””Nope!””Ahhh, I’m hurt. Nobody likes me.

Secret to what?””Secret to shutting you up,” he said. “I just have to beat you till you’re half-dead, then give you chicken soup and”–he raised his hands–“blessed silence.

You know,” she said, stirring her tea, “the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed.”I smirked and the tea...

He lunged for the maps. I grabbed the chair and hit him with it. He went down. I hit him again to make sure he stayed that way, stepped over him, and picked up the...

I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.

The Oracle rose. As one, the three witches bowed.”See?” Bran jerked his thumb at the three women. “That’s how a woman should treat a man. Next time you see me, I want you to do...

If you don’t explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody.” Of course, Raphael might like that…

Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

In there?’She nodded.’You want us to go into the tortoise?’Another nod.’It’s alive.’Another nod.

Curran strode toward me, eyes blazing. “If I let her go, I’ll need a replacement. Want to volunteer for the job.”He looked like he wouldn’t be taking no for an anser. I swiped Slayer from...