Mencheres személy
Idézetek
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
– Pontosan hogy tartott féken Mencheres?
– Lefogott, hogy ne ficánkolj, miközben én a gép hátsó felében dugtalak – válaszolta szépítés nélkül, kissé megvonva a vállát, mintha csak azt akarta volna mondani: Te akartad tudni.
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– Szerezz egy kis ezüstöt – krákogtam. – Végezni akarok magammal.
161-162. oldal
”Leila, this is my friend and honorary sire, Mencheres, and his wife, Kira," he said, indicating the long-haired Middle Eastern man and the blonde. ”Also let me introduce my friend, Cat." The redhead, and for some reason, she looked familiar. ”Her husband, Bones" -here Vlad smiled coolly at the short-haired brunet- ”is not my friend."
With luck, somewhere in these files, she’d find something that would lead her to Mencheres. If that didn’t work, she’d search the Internet next. Or she could always tape a bat image to her apartment window right above a Welcome sign, but Kira thought that might be pushing it.
At last, very formally, Mencheres stretched out his hands.
“It is on,” he said in a surprisingly good impression of street talk. Then dozens of snowballs began forming on their own before rising to whirl like aimed, suspended missiles.
Ian bounded out of the car like a puppy that had finally been let off his leash. “At last, some fun!” he crowed, and began forming snowballs next to us.