Charles here has been offered up by Jonny in exchange for your help for a thirty-day ceasefire.
"Charles, this needs chopped," Bianca said cheerfully, holding out an onion.
Just learn to track them while we have Charles here.
"Play well together, or it's back to the kitchen with you, Charles," Damian warned.
Charles found the Other.
Charles' eyes glowed red in the night.
You look like Charles with those red eyes.
Charles, the vamp Hunter Damian traded for Jenn, rose with a growl.
"Find one," Charles ordered.
Find one, focus on him, and let your power do its job, Charles answered.
"No, don't—" Charles' warning was swallowed as Darian relaxed enough for his magic to carry them to the Others.
Charles whipped out his weapons, and Darian soon saw why.
"Charles, step back," Darian said.
"He went after Others," Charles supplied.
You need someone with Charles' skill.
Maybe he'll give me Charles back, at least for a day or two.
"Charles and Xander are actively looking for the portal," Jonny said.
We'll check on Charles later.
"Charles!" she shouted and opened another door.
"You're sure they didn't go out for breakfast?" he asked uneasily, joining her at Charles' door.
Charles was half dressed, wearing sweats only.
"Maybe the Others got fed up with you hauling off their people," Charles replied.
"Because we can Travel," Charles said.
"Charles, this is not the time," Darian snapped.
Charles' words struck Darian in a new light.
Struggling into his shirt, Charles tried to yank away, but Darian Traveled to his cabin before releasing him.
Or maybe Charles was right and they just wanted revenge for picking them off.
Darian's mind worked fast as he rejoined Charles in the living room.
His rhythm disrupted, he glanced towards the boulder where he'd hidden Yully and Charles, making sure they weren't in danger.
At some point, he'd have to snatch Yully and Charles and drag them down to the immortal world and hope they had a chance to Travel before being blasted to pieces.
He dropped to his knees behind the boulder where Yully and Charles hid.
"I hate my life," Charles muttered.
He held out his hand to Charles, pushing the location into his mind.
She ran hard, spotting Yully and Charles fighting back-to-back at the base of the obelisk.
Something seemed off about Charles, but Jenn didn't have time to place what.
Yully appeared as uneasy as she sounded while Charles licked his lips at the blood around them.
Charles let out a string of curses and dragged one of the guardsmen off the ground.
She sensed nothing; she wouldn't, for only Charles and Darian could.
"Destroying this place," Charles answered.
Charles darted to the other side of the obelisk to protect Yully.
Jenn dashed forward and grabbed Yully's arm, motioning for Charles to follow her.
Charles tripped and fell through the portal.
He didn't know how Yully and Charles made it back or if Jenn had been with them.
Charles bared his teeth in a look of extreme displeasure.
Charles, however, was unaffected.
"I do not know how much without tasting her," Charles said then looked intently at Xander.
Charles was quiet, pensive.
He did, experiencing Charles' memory of tasting the blood of a Watcher.
Charles was coiled, as if ready to take a bite out of her.
She was texting with one hand and reached for the purse on the chair beside Charles with her other.
"Change me back," Charles said.
Charles knelt before him, bowing his head.
Xander gripped Charles' neck in his massive hand.
Despite being over six feet tall, Charles was no more of an obstacle than Jessi's small body.
Xander didn't feel the need to be gentle with Charles as he was with Jessi and the other girls.
Xander lowered his head, burying his teeth into Charles' throat.
Charles was limp in his grip.
He placed his bloodied wrist at Charles' lips.
Did you ever hear of King Charles the Twelfth, of Sweden?
Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas.
"And listening to the murmur of the River Charles," I suggested.
"Yes," he replied, "the Charles has many dear associations for me."
I also knew Mr. Charles Dudley Warner, the most delightful of story-tellers and the most beloved friend, whose sympathy was so broad that it may be truly said of him, he loved all living things and his neighbour as himself.
Lucy and Dora and Charles were born in China.
I read pretty stories in the book you sent me, about Charles and his boat, and Arthur and his dream, and Rosa and the sheep.
TO CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER Wrentham, Mass., June 7, 1898.
TO MR. CHARLES T. COPELAND December 20, 1900.
What her good friend, Charles Dudley Warner, wrote about her in Harper's Magazine in 1896 was true then, and it remains true now:
Yesterday I read to her the story of 'Macbeth,' as told by Charles and Mary Lamb.
Through Charles Kingsley's "Greek Heroes" she had become familiar with the beautiful stories of the Greek gods and goddesses, and she must have met with the words GOD, HEAVEN, SOUL, and a great many similar expressions in books.
Balashev, who was on the alert all through the dinner, replied that just as "all roads lead to Rome," so all roads lead to Moscow: there were many roads, and "among them the road through Poltava, which Charles XII chose."
Along that line of thought such a deduction is indubitable, as indubitable as the deduction Voltaire made in jest (without knowing what he was jesting at) when he saw that the Massacre of St. Bartholomew was due to Charles IX's stomach being deranged.
If the conditions under which power is entrusted consist in the wealth, freedom, and enlightenment of the people, how is it that Louis XIV and Ivan the Terrible end their reigns tranquilly, while Louis XVI and Charles I are executed by their people?