spicy focaccia Spyder said, "Youre not at the Coma Gardens. How is your client going to find you?"
"Magic. "
"Youre not much like most girls. "
"Im going to take that as a compliment. "
"Thats how its meant. "
"Slow down on the wine, pony boy. You dont want your mouth getting too far ahead of your brain. "
"How long have you been living like this? Out of your little magic book?"
"A long time. Since…? Almost half my life. "
"You and your business partner, the one Im standing in for. "
"Hed be the one. "
"What happened to him?"
Shrike chewed with great deliberation for some time. "He was killed by assassins. Hellspawn. "
"You dont ever do anything halfway, do you? Its not enough that your friend got iced. He was done in by hells hit men. "
"I didnt ask for an exciting life, believe me. I crave boredom. "
"I know the feeling. "
"I dont remember what seeing is like," Shrike said.
"You used to be able to see?"
"Yes. After I went blind, I could still remember things. Colors. Moonlight. My fathers face. Its all gone now, though. "
"When you cut that lock, I thought you were playing me. A pretty girl just pretending to be blind to look less dangerous. "
"Youre not the first person to think that," she said, and took off her shades. "But I really am blind. "
Spyder looked at her for a long time. He wanted to be sure that what he was seeing wasnt a trick of the fire light. Shrikes eyes were fractured, like cracked glass. The misshapen pupils were ants trapped in amber. Shrike
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