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" Trent was positively smug. Showing me his back, he rifled through a rack of earth charms and watched his hair shift color. “And whereas I might otherwise object—”
“Bairn did the investigation on your parents’ deaths,” I interrupted, thoughts scrambling. “And my dad’s.” Bairn is supposed to be dead. Why is he across the road pretending to be a kind old man named Keasley? And how did Trent know who he was?
His hair now an authoritative gray, Trent frowned. “And whereas I might otherwise object,” he tried again, “Quen assures me that between Bairn and two pixies—”
“Two!” I blurted. “Jih took a husband?”
“Damn it, Rachel, will you shut up! "
― Kim Harrison , The Outlaw Demon Wails (The Hollows, #6)
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" I was standing in a line, balanced between reality and the ever-after. I could go either way. I wasn’t his yet. “One day a week,” I said, knees wobbling.
“I give you Newt’s mark, you give me my name,” Al said, then wiggled his fingers as if he needed me to take them to finish the deal.
I reached for it, and at the last moment, Al’s glove melted away, and I found myself gripping his hand. "
― Kim Harrison , The Outlaw Demon Wails (The Hollows, #6)