“So,” Amalia says, looking immensely pleased with herself. She shifts in her chair, looking at Drin. “When are you taking Dance out to dinner?”
Drin starts to chuckle. “You know his schedule right off the top, Ms. Yenta?”
“Pretty much. …
Drin wipes his forehead and says, “Do you think we ought to start hauling burger boxes again–”
“I think you need three minutes more rest,” Dance says sternly, frowning up at him.
Drin is absurdly delighted by this. “Yes, Mom.”…
“Need another carton, you think?” Drin asks, opening the top box of hamburgers.
“In ten minutes,” the grillmaster commands, flinging up one hand in grand dismissal, as if he’s conducting the finale on a Wagner piece. It pleases Maestro Richard …
They’re edited people, Drin says.
Dance looks over at the game controller, and away at the wall again. Drin got him that to keep him from getting too bored. He still loves to find things that please them. Their big …
My name is Simon Berendt, and I’m here to explain. Even senior alchemists must emerge from their laboratories now and then to share the kind of history that people don’t really like to talk about.
People You are Meeting
I …
Hi Susan,
Just making sure your little … surveillance problem … got sorted out. Your friends seem like lovely people; would hate for them to have any trouble.
As for the other matter … well, I’ll be in touch.
Have …
By the time Drin moved in with Dance and Emma, he knew the charm of the little house was not in its smallness. Any charm it had came from constant work done just to keep it functional. No boxes on …
“I know, I know, I said bring along your little Korean boyfriend,” says Smithers Popwell, aka Kane, the bartender with tats. It’s true that he sends problem vets to get help, calling up people like Drin, rather than report them …
Grace starts to smile. Lucas plays that music on the chimes all the time.
Bach’s Air on a G String.
“Ohmigodchristit’s Dance–” Emma shouts, and that carries too.
Drin grabs her tight, holds her back. “Wait for Cesar and …
Cleanup, swamp style.…