The Royal University will get along fine without me.” “And the Malcontents won’t?” “If I’m away too long, they tend cause trouble. Set fires. That sort of thing.” Cleasby grinned. “Sorry, sir, but I think they need me more.

If we lived through this, I was going to find out why Grant had turned snitch and then I was going to beat him to death.

Now that’s just racist stereotyping,” Tanya sniffed. “I’m offended.” “You can file a complaint with the Trailer Park Elf Defamation League.

Her father had been a sailor. Her mother had been a siren. That particular relationship had worked out better than normal, with the sailor not being drowned then eaten, and Sharon had been the result, brought back to human civilization and raised to be a civilized young lady.

You think it’s because of the girl. Grant probably thinks it’s because of the girl too. That’s because you’re both idiots.

Hello there!” Cleasby called. “Is anyone home?” “Bravo, sir,” Thorny said. “If it’s an ambush, that certainly put them off their game.

The doctors had been impressed that I was even alive. When I had asked one of them approximately how much blood I had lost, he had responded wryly with “most of it.

I always take no for an answer,” I said, definitely. “I just prefer yes. And I really don’t go for married women. That’s a line I try very hard not to cross. I’m still an outrageous flirt.

She had not liked the German at first, but she decided that that was just because he had shot her to death.

I managed to mostly keep everything up to date between missions. Before I’d come on it had been a real mess. Apparently killing and math were mutually exclusive skill sets for most people, but I’d gotten the books cleaned up.