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So from now on, the timing between my part of the story and Adam’s gets tricky, and you’ll have to pay attention. This chapter begins late afternoon, the day after Adam and his people land in Milan. I’m asleep with my face plastered against the top of a metal table. Being sophisticated like this just comes naturally to me—what can I say?
“I only get weirder the longer you know me,”
Running from vampires, again. Still. Go me!
the Easter bunny incident,
I would love to finally here the story of the easter bunny
the vampire dropped off the roof and on top of Jitka like a piano falling on Roger Rabbit.
“Do you know how long it’s going to take to sharpen that blade after this?” I touched it with my toe, and the blade broke in half. “Huh,” I said. “When a job can’t be done, does that mean it will take forever—or no time at all?”
“The golem?” asked Dagmar. “Didn’t Gary say something about the golem? He was always saying odd things.” She frowned, then her face cleared. “I’ve got it. He said the golem wasn’t dead, and someone should do something about that.” Lars said, “And he was sure glad his name wasn’t someone because that was going to be a messy job.”
It was hard to look like I’d won when I was still stuck in the stupid cage.
