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- The vampire smirked, a surprisingly predatory expression on her cupid’s-bow lips, and glided back to the empty chair by the door, seating herself in it like Shirley Temple on a movie set, sure that she held the attention of everyone there.
- “Gutsy,” I said quietly.
- “Why do you say that?” Sir Stuart asked.
- “She came in without an invitation,” I said.
- “I thought vampires couldn’t do that.”
- “The Reds ca—That is, they couldn’t without being half-paralyzed. The Black Court vampires can’t cross a threshold, period. The Whites can, but it cripples their abilities, makes it very difficult to draw on their Hunger for strength and speed.”
- Sir Stuart shook his head. “Ah yes. She’s a succubus.”
- “Well . . . not exactly, but the differences are academic.”
- The shade nodded. “I’m not exposing Mortimer to that creature
- Ghost Story Chapter 9, Page 90
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