Between Floors (The City Between, #3)

by W.R. Gingell

“Don’t you reckon you’ve got enough problems right here and now without trying to bring up ones from the past as well?” I asked him. I mean, if that was his way of coping with the panic, fair enough. It didn’t make much sense to me, though.

with all the joy of a terrier about to visit the vet.

“Ignore it,” Zero said. “Humans don’t answer the door at this time of day. They usually don’t knock on other people’s doors, either.” “Yeah,” I said. “But I reckon we should answer this time.” Zero leaned his forearms on the kitchen island. “Why?” “’Cos I reckon the knocking is coming from the linen closet.”

“You’re not supposed to ask people why they didn’t die.” “Should I have congratulated you?”

“Vampire spit. It’s like the sticky plaster of the fae world, apparently.”

An Heirling is any fae, or mix of fae and another race who is powerful enough to challenge the current rule and take control of the world Behind.”

Vampires and lycanthropes are mutated versions of humans. Heirlings and Harbingers are born.”

What was it that Zero had said about surveillance? That’s right: It doesn’t matter how well you’re hidden; someone will always see you. Make sure that it doesn’t matter when you are seen.

with a howl that made me cower even lower, the fight tore into being.

could pay to be wary with the Pet.” “Perhaps you could suggest some ways of being wary,” said Zero’s voice, with an edge of frustration. “It keeps doing unexpected things. I never know what to guard against.

“You want more tea?” “I would like to point out that not all problems can be solved by tea,” said Athelas. “And yet, at the risk of undermining that, yes, I would.”

looked back at him unblinkingly. “Didn’t say anything.” “You breathed disparagingly,” Athelas said. “It seems that JinYeong has taken offence.”