“I’m asking the questions tonight.” One day I was going to write a book: How to Dictate to a Dictatorand Evade an Evader, subtitled How to Handle Jericho Barrons.”

“Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons”

“Jericho Barrons was my poison now.”

“Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.”

“I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince. Jericho Barrons was my poison now.”

“Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.”

“How will we get back up?" I worried."I have a different route in mind for our return trip.""Does it involve stairs?" I asked hopefully."No.""Of course not. How silly of me. And for our return adventure we will be scaling the side of Mount Everest, hiking boots to be provided by our trusty sponsor, Barrons Books and Baubles.”