“You think my kids just popped out of the ground?”

“I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.”

“No,” he admitted, and my instincts sang out at his reluctance. “That’s across the hall.” Crutch swinging, I started for the door, almost pushing Quen out of my way. “Just over there, you say?” I said,”

“I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!”

“You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.”

“You aren't kidding. But you know, it's likely going to be the only time I'll ever be that skinny and have a fur coat.”

“Tagged by a whiny little vamp. Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.”