D. Cacek - Night Prayers CHAPTER 8 "MIRIAM!" If there'd been any glass in the make-up mirrors it would have shattered from the force of Gina's shriek. When the last echo died, Allison heard the heavy clump of boot heels coming down the hall. Toward the dressing room. I'm fucked, Allison thought. "You can say that again, bitch," Gina snarled, pointing a talon at the door. "But you won't know how fucked 'till Miriam gets here." Allison swallowed the dry lump that suddenly materialized in her throat and tried not to think about what to expect. If Gina and Luci were any indication of the kind of vampire Amazons she was up against, Allison would have been more than happy to put off meeting Miriam. Indefinitely. She was scanning the room for a viable exit — gazing longingly at the mouse hole in the corner — when the door burst open. And a midget in a monkey-vomit green caftan huffed into the room. Miriam. Not exactly a midget, Allison decided, although without the heavy-heeled orthopedic oxfords she couldn't have been much over five feet.
