He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.
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And you thought that rock was just ugly,” Shame said. “It’s ugly and powerful.”
“No wonder you like it so much. Birds of a feather . . . ” Terric mumbled
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I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.
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Shamus shrugged. “It’s all about energy exchange. It could always go the other way, me feeding a plant instead of drawing the life out of it.”
“Do that often?”
Shamus looked at me over his shoulder. “No.”
“Why not? Have something against plants?”
“No, but I haven’t met a vegetable good enough to sacrifice a year of my life for.
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The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.
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... he trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what I needed: Stone, the Toilet Whisperer.
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He shifted, rolled. I ended up kneeling with him beneath me. Boo-ya! I was on top.
Devon MonkI relaxed my grip. “Say I win.”
“I win,” he managed.
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She had that motherly no-bullshit way of using her hands as a second communication device and I always fell for it.
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A corner of his mouth quirked up. “I play pool. Shoot hoops sometimes too. Any other sport you’re curious about?”
“Hockey? Polo?”
“Simultaneously. Trick is to keep the horses on their skates.
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