The Gravedigger’s Son (Charley Davidson, #13.6)

by Darynda Jones

If my calculations are correct, I can retire five years after I die. —True story

Welcome to Madrid Madrid has no town drunk. We all take turns. —Welcome sign

Here’s a question for the mind readers out there. —T-shirt

Sometimes, I shock myself with the smart things I say and do. Other times, I try to get out of the car with my seatbelt on. —Bumper Sticker

“We understand now,” Rune said. “You did not tell us she is otherworld. We need to get her out of here.” “Otherworld?” “She is of us. She is passed over and come back, so she is no longer human. She just doesn’t know that yet.”

I’m not superstitious. I’m just a little stitious.

On the bright side, I’m not addicted to cocaine. —T-shirt

I’m 99% angel, but ohhhh, that 1%.

Shapes hit her first. Lots of movement and shadows, like a colony of bugs in the dark. An entire dimension, scurrying and smoky and blue. And then the eyes came into focus. The black eyes. Hundreds of them. Thousands. “Rune,” she whispered. Quentin didn’t have a demon inside him. He had hundreds of thousands. He had an entire dimension. A dimension named Rune.

I try to act nonchalant, but underneath, I’m chalant as fuck. —T-shirt

“You knew the one they killed.” After a long moment, he answered. “My son.” More tears slipped past her lashes. “I’m so sorry.” “You call us demons. We call you monsters.” She nodded. “That’s fair.”

This killing them with kindness is taking way longer than expected. —Meme

Large freight only. —Women’s underwear

“No, I’m not leaving. Do you think I’m letting you go again?”

“There is nothing idle about my threats. My threats are hardworking. Not afraid to get their hands dirty.”

Visited hell. Crazy shit went down. Not allowed back. —True story

“I’m sorry. About raking through your memories like that.” “Don’t be. They’ve been left to their own devices for far too long. They probably needed to be raked. Maybe even weeded.”

Of course, I have flaws, but my boobs usually distract people from them. —T-shirt

If you get in my car, then you’ve just won a free ticket to see me live and in concert. —True story

“It’s a coffee shop. Talk to Charley. She’ll get you across.”