"What's Celia complaining about this time? Did I wash my car on a Tuesday? Wear off-white before Labor Day?" Sheriff Lee fidgeted and cleared his throat. "Celia Arceneaux is dead, Fortune."
I found cooking to be something of a mystery. Fortunately, I had a strong stomach and what a fellow agent once enviously described as "taste buds of steel."
Look, this is kind of embarrassing to admit, but... I see all these sexy guys on these book covers and every one of them makes me think of Carter LeBlanc.
Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of the underworld, was a man with a wolf's head. The Navajo skin walkers could turn into any animal they pleased. And of course there was the Hồ tinh, Hanoi's nine-tailed fox.