sorcerer who lived thousands of years ago really freaks me out."

sorcerer who lived thousands of years ago really freaks me out."

everything I never was and always wanted to be. Tall, handsome, strong, capable, cool, sophisticated . .

."

"I fell in love with you just the way you were," she said.

"But you fell in love with Modred, too."

"That wasn't love, it was lust," she said with a grimace. "Hell, I can't help it if he turns me on."

"Oh, I see," said Wyrdrune with Modred's voice. "So you only want me for my body, is that it?"

"Stop that!"

Wyrdrune chuckled. "Okay," he said in his own voice. "We'll stop. Relax."

"Relax? You've got to be kidding! We've got a little walking, talking P.C. that jumps off desks, goes

through cat doors, and has phone sex with a top-secret computer named Mona. We've got a kitchen

broom that acts like a Jewish mother and keeps trying to put some 'meat' on my bones. We're living with

a fifteen-year-old cockney punk who's possessed by the spirit of a two-thousand-year-old mage and I'm

sleeping with a man who keeps turning into an immortal mercenary whose father was King Arthur and

whose mother was a witch. And you want me torelax ? Christ, I'm living in the Twilight Zone!"

"Want to take a shower together?"

She sighed with exasperation and rolled her eyes. "Don't you twoever get tired? You kept me up till two

in the morning, for God's sake!"

"We didn't hear you complaining." Wyrdrune nibbled on her earlobe.

"Leave me alone! I amnot a morning person!"

"Come on, I'll wash your back."

"Let me go, you sex fiend!"

He dragged her into the shower and turned on the water.

"Ahhh! Jesus, it'scold !"

Wyrdrune turned on the hot water.

"You were starting to rave. I thought I'd calm you down a little."

"How'd you like a knee in your groin?"

"I've got a better idea . . ."