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1 " I don’t know about you, but I’ve got plans for next Thursday. And I’m not in the mood to have them ruined by some apocalypse. "
― Deborah Blake , Veiled Menace (Veiled Magic, #2)
2 " For years she’d been the Central Gates Precinct’s Witness Retrieval Specialist – more commonly referred to as a “Ghost Yanker” by her non-magical colleagues on the force. Being stuck in the basement talking to dead victims would depress the hell out of anyone, if they did it for long enough. Then, six months ago, everything changed. "
3 " Peter,” she whispered. “I don’t suppose this place has a bedroom.” He laughed softly in her ear. “Twelve of them, actually. Which one do you want to use?” She laughed back and bit his neck teasingly. “How about all of them? You just pick where we’ll start. "
4 " Go on, just come out with it, whatever it is.” She braced herself against the counter. Peter glanced down at the tile floor, and then back up at her, and sighed. “Fine. Here it is. Do you think Witches could have killed my father? "
5 " I want to know who killed my father,” Peter growled, shrugging off her fingers and pushing himself away from the wall to stand up straight. “If you think you can help me with that, then you are welcome to try. "
6 " Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, ‘Damn, that can’t be a good sign. "
