When Darkness Comes

Blood hell, what happened to you?" - Dante The dark wisard and I had a mild disagreement." -Viper What sort of disagreement?" -Dante I thought he should be dead and he disagreed." -Viper

Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she gritted. "The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?

This is a private home." "And?" "And I can't enter without an invitation." She jerked her head up. "You're kidding me?" "No." "You don't live in a crypt and you can't turn into a bat, but you have to have an invitation to enter a house?" Abby hissed. A reluctant amusement softened the flat eyes. "You wanted me to be vampirish." "Not when it's inconvenient.

Even if there was such a thing as a half-price sale at the local Ming outlet shop, she would have to work ten lifetimes to make up such a sum. Always supposing that it wasn't one of a kind. Panic was no longer merely rearing. It was thundering through her at full throttle. There was only one thing to be done, she realized. The mature, responsible, adult thing to do. Hide the evidence.

Do you have to skulk about like that?" "No, I don't suppose I have to skulk about.... I simply enjoy doing so." "Well, it's a very vulgar habit.

Viper: "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement." Dante: "What sort of disagreement?" Viper: "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing

Keeping low to avoid the branches that blocked their paths, they scurried through the dark. Dante with his usual elegant silence and Abby crashing behind him like a bull elephant with a tranquilizer stuck in its butt.

Bloody hell, what happened to you?" -Dante "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement." -Viper "What sort of disagreement?" -Dante "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed." -Viper

The cellar was straight off the set of a horror film. The floor was packed dirt and littered with the droppings of mice and rats. The worn stone walls were damp with a slick layer of mold. Even the air was heavy and filled with a dark sense of menace. It combined to create an atmosphere that would send most people fleeing in terror. But Edra was made of sterner stuff.

Are you kidding me? The woman leaves priceless Ming vases and Picassos lying about like they came off a sale rack at some discount store and she fills a hidden safe with musty old books?