“My lord...I can explain-," Louis-Cesare began, looking less than certain that he could do anything of the kind.
Radu held up a hand. "I am sure there is a perfectly good reason why my niece is naked and tied to her bed. I am also equally certain that I do not wish to hear it".”
“I glanced at Radu. "What, exactly is Louis-Cesare's problem?'. [..]
Suddenly a speculative gleam lit his eyes. It made me nervous. 'He tends to be very protective of women,"he said thoughtfully. "You're a woman Dory."
"Thank you for pointing that out. But I didn't think dhampirs qualified."
Radu smirked. "It appears you've been upgraded.”
“Louis-Cesare’s anger suddenly filled the small room like water, and in a heartbeat his eyes went from silver tinged to as solid as two antique coins.
I sat frozen, awash in a sea of power. I was beginning to understand why Mircea had wanted him along, only Daddy had failed to mention anything about the hair-trigger temper. I guess he assumed the red hair would clue me in.”
“How did you hear about that?'
'Are you kidding me? So far, I had that runt Kyle-'
'I hate him. I hate all vamps. That complete toad, Michael-'
'-tell me you were pregnant by a vamp-'
'kidnnaped me and-Kyle said WHAT?'
'and then a member of the Domi shows up and informs me-'
'The Domi sent someone HERE?'
'-that you're actually pregnant by the late king of the Fey.'
'Late?!' Heidar squeaked.”
“Louis-Cesare slowly pulled himself into a half-standing position against the side of the winery.'What? Did you think one little mage was going to do me in?' He swallowed hard. 'Hell, that was just a warm-up.”
“I’m driving,” Louis-Cesare said, sliding into the low seat as easily as if he’d done it a hundred times. “You’re drunk.”
I wished. “I had all of two beers, mostly for the water content.”
“If you needed water, why didn’t you drink water?”
“I don’t like water.”
“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.”
“..."I ran out of stock around midnight and dropped by a place, got some Chinese." I hoped he meant takeout.”
“I leaned back in my chair, stretching luxuriantly, delibrately letting my jacket fall open. Predictably, his eyes moved down my body-some things outlast even the change. I grinned and he looked away, a rueful smile twitching at his lips. I finished breakfast in peace.”
“Mess with my weed again and I’ll be informing Daddy that there was an early casualty on the mission.” I saw him wince at my designation for Mircea and grinned.”
“I cocked an ear, but there was nothing much to hear. A girl was on the phone next door, complaining about some guy to a girlfriend, and someone down a floor was either talking to his cat or having a psychotic episode, but both voices were clearer than the soft noises coming from the living room. The vamps were presumably cleaning the wounds better than I’d been able to do at the bar, and bandaging him up. I knew nobody was planning a snack– it would be like offering people used to Beluga caviar and Dom Perignon a sack of stale Fritos and a flat Coke. Sloppy seconds weren’t likely to appeal. ”
“Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.”
“My nerves needed a break, not a reminder of how much trouble we were in. I prowled around, but it didn't help. I still felt like my skin was on too tight.”
“Then the carpenters return to making more tables—tables on which to spread our pottery, a drawing-table for Mac, a table off which to dine, a table for my typewriter. ...
Mac draws out a towel-horse and the carpenters start upon it. The old man brings it proudly to my room on completion. It looks different from Mac's drawing, and when the carpenter sets it down I see why. It has colossal feet, great curved scrolls of feet. They stick out so that, wherever you put it, you invariable trip over them.
Ask him, I say to Max, why he has made these feet instead of sticking to the design he was given?
The old man looks at us with dignity.
"I made them this way," he says, "so that they should be beautiful. I wanted this that I have made to be a thing of beauty!"
To this cry of the artist there could be no response. I bow my head, and resign myself to tripping up over those hideous feet for the rest of the season!”
“Una avalancha comienza con un guijarro. Un bosque con una semilla. Y solo se necesita una palabra para hacer que el mundo entero se detenga y escuche. Todo lo que necesitas es la palabra correcta.”
“Contemporaries relate that hearing Martin Luther pray was "an experience in theology". They said the reformer began praying with such humility that he could be pitied, only to proceed with such boldness before God that the human hearer would fear for him.”
“Konuş benimle, tamam mı? Konuş. Monty? Böyle yapma. Bu bizim son gecemiz." "Bizim son gecemiz değil bu. Benim son gecem. Seninse yarından itibaren önünde bir dolu lanet olası gece var. Dışarı çıkabilir, bir avukatın içki ısmarlamasına izin verebilir, Hudson' da çırılçıplak yüzebilirsin. Önünde çok zamanın var."
...
Onun yarınları olacağını, kahkahalar atıp, dostlarıyla eğleneceğini, kaldırımlarda dolaşıp, vitrinlere bakacağını, lokantalarda akşam yemekleri yiyeceğini düşününce kendini çok yalnız hissediyordu. Sigarayı elinde tuttu ama yakmadı.
Bir an yalnızca kısacık bir an Naturelle' den şüphelenmemiş miydi? O çılgın anda kadının telefonla evde uyuşturucu gizlendiği ihbarını yapmış olabileceği aklından geçmemiş miydi? O düşünceyi hemen aklından uzaklaştırmıştı sonra da. Neden böyle bir şey yapsın ki? Beni ihbar etmekten ne çıkarı olabilir? Ama bir kez insanın aklına kurt düşmeye görsün, bir daha benzer düşünceler kolay kolay zihinden atılamıyordu. Kuşku inancı giderek kemiriyordu. Ona bir daha güvenebilecek miydi? Ve eğer seninle yatan kadına güvenemezsen, en savunmasız anlarında yanında olan kadına itimat edemezsen, dünyada kime güvenebilirsin ki?”
“oh little piggies" thane said his voice soft yet dramatic. "such sweet treats. how you send so many women...into heat.”
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