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Some days it just didn't pay to get out of bed; in that sense at least, this day was no different from any others.

Nobody spoiled for a fight like a group of Downside hookers around the corpse of one of their own.

Yes, my enormous sexual appetite tends to scare men away. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find my dinner date.

Always want you, Chessiebomb. Always.

Yes, Lex was her friend. Yes, she wanted to help him out. But Terrible ... he wasn't her friend, he was her life.

Well, lookee there. Be a fuck of a night, yay?

The penalty for summoning the dead back to earth is death; if the summoned spirit does not kill its summoner, be assured the Church will.

Meaning to ask, where'd all them scratches come from? Lookin like you had yourself a knife fight with a dwarf, aye?

Any fuckin place I gots the thinking of where some shit maybe got stuffed into, I ain't for fuck wanting get my fuckin look-see in.

And the living prayed to their gods and begged for rescue from the armies of the dead, and there was no answer. For there are no gods.

But she'd forgotten. She'd forgotten because she'd been so busy thinking of her own fucking feelings. As if she fucking mattered.

It's like touching you in your unmentionables," Maleficarum said. "We never could, m'lady, not ever. Mr. Dante wouldn't like it.

How I can do that one, aye? Leave my Chessiebomb there without me.

It was her problem, and she'd deal with it. Because dealing with personal problems was so fucking high on her list of skills.

HOw did you tell someone the truth when you weren't even sure what that was?

His hand touched the back of her neck, gave a gentle squeeze. Takes a many of them make one almost as good as you.

Love you too Chess. You got that aye? Ain't you know it? Love you right, till it hurts. Ain't going nowhere ... ... ... ...

Damn. Six feet four and everything in proportion, the quote went. It was true in this case.

Oh, who was she kidding? She wasn't fucking lucky. But hope sprang eternal, for whatever stupid reason.

Terrible's eyes narrowed; he gave Chess the kind of look most people reserved for ax murderers. Ax murderers who killed children. And kittens.

He's my family," she said finally. Quietly. "He's everything.

He kissed her, slow and tender, like she mattered. Because she did, at least to him. And she thought she might even be able to believe it.

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People, she was discovering, were like cockroaches: If you allowed one in, more were sure to follow.

Mine, Chessie." [...] "Aye? Fuckin--mine. Not his.

With magic almost anything was possible; all objects had energy, and energy could be manipulated.

I sink you, that I will not be sunk by you.

Ain't ever been the type for lazin, aye?" His hands slid down over her hips. "Why we ain't leave now, I show you -

Oi, mate," he said, jabbing his thick index finger square in the center of Richard's chest. "No need to get grabby, is there?

Shit. You so fuckin pretty, Chessie. True thing. So ... ain't even can breathe sometimes.

She settled for patting him vaguely on the back and wishing she was anywhere but there. Although he did smell good.

A where's honest

Chessie ... shit, Chessie, I love you so bad." His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. "So fucking much, so ... so bad.

You know I do, aye? Love you right, Chessiebomb.

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She doubted he'd take too kindly to her fighting with them, no matter how much he liked having her in his bed.

Love you, Chessie," he murmured. "Ain't never ... Fuckin love you, more'n anything.

Gots me an idea, now. Whyn't you come on into bed with me, let me give you it.

It seems too easy."
"some of the best things are," he said.

Most Debunkers spent their money on actual things, rather than just buying anything they could swallow, smoke or snort. Unlike Chess.

Honesty was for those who could afford it, like heating or electricity or a conscience.

Her sigh felt dragged from the depths of her soul. Great. Working for Bump again.

Give you whatany you want, Chessiebomb. Anything.

Then again, she had-through a bizarre combination of skill, dumb luck and incredible misfortune-managed to build up a file any Debunker would envy.

She'd really made the fuckup that kept on fucking up, hadn't she?

Ain't got no shit to fuckin worry on, dig. Ladybird good enough to handle any all comes she fuckin way.

It was like digging for gold in a garbage pile. And if that little analogy didn't tell her something, she didn't know what could.