“Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I becalling pubs poos?""Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.”

“Hey, I thought you wanted to know about the Sinsar Dubh!” I was so startled by his abrupt departure that I spoke without thinking. I regretted it immediately.I had no idea where Vlane had gone, or why he‟d disappeared so suddenly, but I decided Id be wise to do the same myself. Before I could move, a hand closed on my shoulder. “I do, Ms. Lane,” Barrons said grimly. “But first I‟d like to know what the fuck you were doing kissing him.”

“Don't profane yourself, or the Biodag Dubh."Oh, Mary Ann. Me and the Beedak Doo are just fine.”

“Ideally, alcohol should be consumed in private. I dislike going to the pub, becoming jolly and ending up talking to people I would rather see injected with bleach.”

“A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation. ”

“I could sit in a pub and tell you all the things that are written in this book, but you wouldn't fucking listen.”