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I wonder what kind of kickback I ll get if I hand you over to Jacob.
You ll get killed. I racked my brain for any detail I could use to sway her, any warning. The truth
seemed the best way to go. He s trying to become a god. I admit, I don t know the guy real well, but
with a name like Soul Eater, I don t want him having cosmic power. Fledgling or not, you have to admit,
if he manages to go through with this, everyone is fucked.
It will be the end of the human race and eventually the vampire race, blah blah blah. She sighed,
making a jabbering duck mouth with one hand as she rang a silver bell with the other. He s talked about
doing something like this for years. Worked on it a bit with his son, actually. But he s never going to pull
it off.
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Oh, yeah? I snapped. Guess who s been raised from the dead?
To her credit, her surprise didn t show as much as it could have. She ground out her cigarette with a
muffled curse. After a long moment squinting at me with barely veiled resentment, she conceded defeat.
I love Jacob with all my heart. But loving isn t the same as trusting, by a long shot. What do you need
from me to get your part of this done?
I don t have any connections here. I need a road map, at least. And old newspapers, if you have them.
Where the Fangs went, chaos followed. There was no chance a sleepy area likeDeath Valley was going
to miss marauding hordes of vampires. Something was going to end up in print.
With a long-suffering sigh, she lifted the silver bell that rested at her right hand and rang it again. The
butler appeared and bent stiffly in deference to his mistress. March handed off the saucer she d turned
into an ashtray, then massaged the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Have you taken the recycling to
be done?
Recycling? At least, March had an environmental conscience, if no other kind.
Eyeing me with distaste, the servant cleared his throat. I believe that takes place every other Thursday.
Load the newspapers in the back of her van. Just the local ones. She turned to me again and arched a
brow. Unless you think scouring the New York Times would help?
Was there anything out of the ordinary in them? Anything at all you can remember that seemed& more
sensational than usual? Of course, I supposed sensational was relative to a man who worked in a
vampire whorehouse.
I am sorry, miss, I do not read them. Turning back to March, he asked, Will that be all, ma am?
She nodded. Yeah, I think so.
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With another stiff bow, he left us.
Sorry I couldn t be of more help. We ll make sure you get the proper supplies for your trip. She
grinned, looking pleased with herself.
I was still convinced she hid something. Thanks for the hospitality. I hoped she felt the sarcasm of my
words as a bite.
Well, sweetness, I got a whole bunch of human business coming in tonight. Episcopal Women s Altar
Society bus trip. Told their husbands they re going to a Bible summit on gay marriage. She stood,
indicating I should do the same.
I could take a hint. She was done supplying me with information that would lead to the death of her sire.
Just one last question?
After a moment s hesitation, she nodded. Why not?
How come he didn t take your soul? We began to walk down the path. I thought perhaps she d
decided not to answer.
Then, without a hint of deception or theatrics, she said simply, He took someone else s.
A chill went through me at the memory of how he d taken Cyrus s wife, Elsbeth, without a thought for
his son s happiness.
March shrugged, as though the fact her soul was spared by the death of another s was par for the
course. I m not going to say it was right. But I m glad it wasn t me who died.
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I believe there is a defining moment in everyone s life where they seal their own fate through words or
actions. My parents did it when they got in their car to visit me in college and, six hours later, wound up
bleeding to death on the side of the road. I d done it when I d gone to the morgue to view Cyrus s body,
and he d gone from being another John Doe to the creature who haunted my nightmares.
A creeping wave of icy foreboding seized me. I couldn t tell when, I couldn t know how, but I knew
March had already set in motion the events that would lead to her death.
You re not dead yet, I reminded her, my throat suddenly dry. But you will be.
My warning didn t alarm her as much as I imagined it should have. Well, we ll all be gone someday. No
sense in fearing it.
I ve died. Fear it.
We sized each other up for a grueling minute. I would have paid several thousand dollars to know what
she thought, but her mask of emotional obscurity was firmly in place. Last town before the true desert is
Louden. Drive like hell and you can get there before sunup.
I didn t see March again after she left me in the foyer. She didn t say goodbye, so much as pleasure
doing business with you, and even then I didn t truly believe it.
The supplies that had been removed from my bag were returned to me, along with some I doubted I d
have any use for: sleeping pills, chloroform, bungee cords and gauze bandages. I looked them over and
raised my eyebrows at the butler.
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De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
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Dobro to tylko to, co szlachetne, zło to tylko to, co haniebne.
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