You will not pass!” Roman thundered.Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.

Doolittle nodded to one of his assistants. The short, slight woman approached Roman's cot. "We're going to put you in your own private room." "Is this a code for killing me?" Roman asked. "Because I won't be easy to take down."Roman the Volhv)))

The woman said something to Roman. He stopped, turned to her, and shook his staff.She crossed her arms. I couldn't see her face, but I read the body language well enough. I shake my magic stick at you!" "Let me tell you what you can do with your stick..."

It’s never a good thing when the black volhv says “Uh-oh” and then runs for his life.

I turned to the courtyard and waved at Roman and the witch next to him."Is that his sister?" Andrea asked me."No." I had spoken with both of them. "I'd asked her that. Her name is Alina, she isn't his sister, and she feels deeply sorry for his sisters, because if she had to put up with being in his presence for longer than a day, she would throw herself off the nearest bridge just to end the agony.""Well," Andrea said. "Glad she cleared that up.

My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them.""I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.

Your favorite volhv showed up half an hour ago, complaining about his lack of sleep and stupid gods. He says he brought his Batman belt.