"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"He looked glad to be on his way and made a beeline for the exit. Just as he was out the door, however, he stuck his head back in. “I don’t mind foreigners. God save the queen!” he squeaked, and ran. Bones arched a brow. I sighed. “Didn’t hear that part? Never mind. Don’t ask."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.67, Hachette UK
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