it’s been a while since i posted an excerpt. the key word is: rough draft. ahem.
“Well, it’s not as if there were ladies present.” Théo shrugged again, peering out the window. “Though I know how it looks from outside. Sometimes even I step back and, well. But Paris won’t last, whatever Seissan tells you.” His voice was tinged with regret. “The world gets fuller and the space for us gets smaller. Sooner or later they’ll figure us out, they’ll figure out quicker ways to kill us. Then it’s back into the shadows for good.” He touched the glass, as if reaching for the lavish, walled estates, mere shapes in the deepening night. “I tell Michel—I made him, and yes I know the law, and I don’t give a damn, he deserved another go—but I tell Michel all the damn time: you don’t know how good you have it. Willing pussy, no priests trying to make their careers on your corpse, no peasants giving you the eye simply because you’re not a stinking lump like they are.” He laid his hand fully on the glass, blocking out the world. “We’ve never had it so good.”