Blood Debts (The Nate Temple Series, #2)

by Shayne Silvers

He plucked a cigarette from an ornate silver case, casting me a curious brow as if asking my permission. “Coffin nail?”

But I was a different man then. A virgin to the true ways of the world. Perhaps wiser. Perhaps less.”

“What did they give him?” He shrugged. “I told you the story as I heard it. The best stories are mysteries.”

Tory decided to show her displeasure at his words by unleashing unrequited hell.

“Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.”

I managed to signify with my eyes that I wanted me some hot cocoa.

My hair tried to climb right off my head and run away screaming.

I’m here to condemn you for your lack of proper toupee etiquette. It’s downright embarrassing, like a hungover zombie squirrel took a nap on your dome.”

And, because I would literally never have another legitimate chance to say it, I quoted The Princess Bride as his farewell conveyance. “My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die.” I had always wanted to say that,