By Kelly McCullough
Ravirn, e-book 5
Ravirn is the simplest hacker round.
But whilst the approach controlling the multiverse wishes a major reboot, Ravirn needs to make the most of all of his abilities as a mage and forestall whole chaos - no matter if it charges him his life.
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M. h o m e s atmosphere, hinting at the day to come. He sat in the back, with the windows down, his head into the breeze like a dog. The driver babbled like a bad bartender, talking about everything, anything, nothing. ” He didn’t answer; the last thing he wanted was a confes sional conversation with the cab driver. “Fine, keep it a secret, see if I care. Everyone thinks they’re entitled to keep it to themselves. What do they know? That’s how you get sick, really sick—ulcers, colitis, cancer. I tell people everything, what do I need to keep secrets for?