"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"This was a dream. A very bad, bad dream, brought on by liver poisoning from too many gin and tonics. Here it was, a deal with the devil. At what price my soul? He watched me expectantly and threateningly all at the same time. If I said no, I knew what would happen. Save the glass, waitress, I’m drinking from the bottle! Happy hour, with my neck on tap. If I said yes, I’d be agreeing to a partnership with pure evil."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.213, Hachette UK
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