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350 pages, ebook
First published September 6, 2019
“You won’t be laughing so hard when my wife gets here,” Gabriel said.
The guards exchanged a solemn look.
“His wife,” Daan echoed in a quaking voice. “Well, now I’m truly terrified.”…
“Will she bring her rolling pin?”
“No, no, it’ll be knitting needles,” Daan put in. “She’ll poke us and tell us we’re very naughty boys.”
She was barefoot and painted head to toe in dried blood. With her wild auburn hair, she reminded Balthazar of the Celtic queen who had burned Londinium to ashes and whipped the Romans so badly they almost fled Britain.
"If you weren’t covered in blood and cat hair, I’d stop for a stroopwafel on the way. The cafes will be opening soon.”
Lucas brushed ineffectually at his coat. “Don’t, my lord. Not on top of Armagnac. Here, have a nice digestive.” He fished in his pocket and took out a biscuit. Blew on it to dislodge the clump of orange fur.
Balthazar eyed it askance. “That’s kind of you. But I’ve consumed my quota of hair today already.”