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Aw, fudge,’ floated down to me, as a couple of golden eyes peered over a third-floor window ledge. ‘You’re a freaking dhampir. Why are you reading Tolkien?’I shrugged, then had to dodge the potted geranium he threw at me. ‘After five hundred years, you’ve read just about everything. Besides, he had hella world-building skills.
