Thursday, February 28, 2013

Clean Sweep 1 3 - Ilona Andrews

"The inn and I were bound so tightly, it was almost an extension of me. I could target any intrusion with pinpoint-accuracy. This particular intruder wasn’t moving. He was mulling about in one spot. The house was dark and quiet around me. I crossed the hallway, turned, and stopped at a door to the western balcony. Something moved below, in the orchard. Let’s see what the night dragged in… The door swung open in front of me, soundless, and I stepped out onto the balcony. In the orchard, twenty yards from the house, Sean Evans was urinating on my apple tree." 4 out of 5