They did not repulse him, for all theiralienness. They took him to The Ninth Circle, which was a Village hangout, the way Chumley’s had been ahangout when Andy had walked the weary streets. I managed not to hit anyone, but it was close. First Printing: May 2001 Copyright acknowledgments
The two child vampires stared at Musette, stared at her wordlessly, until it was she who looked away, she who blinked big blue eyes. One by one, in unbroken string, they came back to him like waifs returning tothe empty kettle for one last spoonful of gruel. I shrugged. The scent of night was all I could smell as if everything else had vanished.
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