Friday, April 4, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 172.11


Dill pursed his lips. He looked like an cartoon character. Harold could make a small fortune if he went into the film business and pretended he was an animator “I thought they were super grateful about being let out of their old wine bottles?”

“You know what's usually in old wine bottles?”

“Apart from genies? Not really. I'm more of a lager drinker, really. Or I was, anyway.”

“Old wine. That's what you get in old wine bottles. And old wine almost always takes like vinegar, which is about all you need to know about a djinn's disposition.”

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