No, Not Me. The Real Thief.Noon, somewhere over the Eastern SaharaEver flown over a desert?I figure the closest comparison is flying over the Arctic on a cloudless day. Except for the color, snow dunes look an awful lot like sand dunes.I turned away from the port window and tried to get comfortab...
I would rather have slept, but as he so helpfully pointed out, not with two concussions. Would suck to escape a naga, a pack of vampires, and psycho serial killer grad students only to die in my sleep. I tied my hair back and breathed in the coffee fumes from the cup Nadya had brewed for me. Now ...
If I was lucky, the police tape would be gone and I could take a look at Marjorie’s tonight, before any Otherside traces at the scene dissipated. What was one more globe after the night I’d had?But Cameron didn’t follow. “We came that way,” he said, nodding down the alley in the direction of the ...