“Yes, but no fighting with Anubis.” He pointed at the statue. “There’s plenty of room in my heart for both of you.”“You are a good soul, M...ke Radley.” Death held the stereoscope to his face.“So ... upstairs?” He looked at Tink and Reggie. The goblin and the Rat King nodded, and they left Death behind to enjoy the pictures in the room.“Hello?”Beth hovered in the void, her eyes on a shape in the distance. There were no stars, no ground, just blackness, save for something that looked suspiciously. My wife thinks it's a waste of money." "What would she say if I invited you round to watch it on mine?" she asked. "I don't care what she thinks" he replied, stressing the word 'she'. "We .. we don't see much of each other these days. You know how it is." He broke off realising he was letting slip something personal. "Oh, I know exactly how it is. I've just finished a rather messy divorce. My husband .. well he was unable to give me what I really wanted. He was OK in many ways, but he wasn't. She ignored it and went to find her PJ's."Wear what I put out for you Cherry," she instructed.Cherry looked up at Connie, a little butterfly in her stomach. She sawthe look of a hungry woman. She looked away "Sorry, but I would be muchmore..." she was going to say 'comfortable in my PJ's' but was cutoff."You don't want to dissapoint me Cherry," she said. Her tone was not somuch menacing, but carried a threat.Cherry stopped looking for her PJ's, she really didn't want to indulgeher host. She. But wealthy and unattached, don't forget.And certainly capable of passion, if only in the strictly physical sense.Uneasy, Daisy removes the drawing, rolling it up, standing up, leaving as Cranston enters the den.And holds the heavily carved wooden door open so that they can watch her retreat on bare feet.Randy doesn't wear any clothes, why should she feel obliged to wear shoes?A display of independence and nonchalance that is not lost on the men."Like ta take her down, Cranston," Buck says,.