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Deeply Odd (Odd Thomas #6) Elegy (Wake #4)

In the marble bathroom, he cranked on the shower and shoved Mack under the cold spray fully clothed.

He looked over his shoulder. His secretary, Georgie O’Malley, who had run his father’s office before Pops had died, had come in behind him without making a sound. At the ripe age of sixty-four, she was forty-one years with the company and showing no signs of slowing down. A self-professed farmer’s wife who was without a husband or a farm, she was a kindred spirit in the war against the current climate of everything being disposable.Mack looked back up at the angels’ share wafting in and out of the shafts of light so high above.

Fractured Souls (Shattered Promises #2)

The angels’ share was sacred: Each white oak barrel was charred on its inside before being filled with fifty-three gallons of bourbon. Stored in a place like this, in an environment that was purposely not climate controlled, the wood of the barrels expanded and contracted seasonally, the bourbon inside becoming colored and flavored by the caramelized sugars from that burned hardwood.A not-insignificant portion of those gallons evaporated and was absorbed into the barrels over time.That was the angels’ share.

Walden

It was what his father had considered the sacrifice to the past, the serving that went to the forebearers to drink up in Heaven. It was also the pay-it-forward to your own passing … the hope that the next shepherd of the tradition would do the same for you when you were dead and gone.There’s going to be nothing left of us, Georgie, he heard himself say.

Whatchya’ll talkin’ about?

He just shook his head. I want you to tell the boys to shut down the sills.‘No, there won’t. It will all work out, you’ll see, Girly. It’s not the end until everything is all right.’

I didn’t answer, losing count of how many times I had heard that. After a while, the rain began to trickle down the back of my neck and into my shirt and I got up, handing the blanket back to Kaspar and deciding to head back in. Inside, the room was dark as the lamps weren’t lit; neither was the sun shining in.‘Your father wants to see you, you know. He said he will listen,’ Kaspar called, emerging from between the voiles surrounding the doors. ‘It can’t do any harm to try and make him understand. And you’re the only one who can do that.’

Blood Bond (Anna Strong Chronicles #9)

‘He doesn’t have to understand, just agree to resign,’ I pointed out, leaving the room for my own to change into something dry. When I reached my wardrobe and picked out a fresh shirt, I heard movement behind me. I turned to see Kaspar leaning against the frame of the doorway, his arms folded across the chest.‘But he won’t agree, which is why we need you.’

At that moment there was a curt knock on the door and I jumped, startled. Kaspar went to open the door.‘Oh, it’s you.’

‘What are you doing here?’ I heard a second voice say: my father’s voice. A little piece of me groaned and I let my hair fall back around my face. Kaspar said nothing and my father continued, his voice becoming more irritated with every word. ‘Where’s Violet?’I took a deep breath and stepped out, noticing the distance between my father and Kaspar right away, as well as the glares they were shooting each other. Kaspar went to leave but I raised my hand and told him to stay. My father’s frown deepened.

‘Why won’t you agree to resign?’ I demanded, crossing my arms across my chest. Kaspar perched himself on the windowsill, studying my face and then my father’s. ‘You’re putting mum and Lily at risk too. It’s not fair.’‘I don’t see why I should resign,’ he replied, mirroring my folded arms. I closed my eyes, willing myself to be patient. He would have to agree eventually, I knew, but I would prefer it to be sooner rather than later.

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