Arland looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. Yes, the princess you were expecting put on her armor and left to kill the dragon. So sorry. 
 This serial is now finished and can be read for free at http://innkeeper.ilona-andrews.com/on.... 
 While this is not my favorite IA book ever and the ending feels a bit rushed, it still has awesome world building, fantastic character writing, situational comic and a solid plot. 
 I'm not going to rate this before it is properly edited and published in its final form though so full review and rating to come. 
 My reviews of the other books in the series: 
 Clean Sweep 
 Sweep in Peace 
 Pre-pre-review babbling: 
 The authorlords give a whole new meaning to the good old 
 GUESS ON WHAT DAY. 
 Update Chapter 8 Part 1 
 I rummaged through the shoes. Too big, too small, too slimy, made for someone who only tiptoes like the elephants, too sharp, too... Actually this pair wasn't too bad. I lifted the two sandals up, little more than soles with a string of cheap beads. 
 "How much?" 
 The Took's tentacles wavered. "Two credits." 
 "Two credits!" Cookie staggered back and slumped over, as if punched. "It's an outrage! Are you trying to murder us?" 
 Crap. I forgot he was with us. I had to cut this off now, before it devolved into bargaining. "Two credits is f--" 
 "Financially criminal!" Cookie announced. 
 The Took's squid-like eyes flared, changing color from deep red to bright green. "This is genuine okarian leather!" 
 Cookie plucked the sandals from my fingers and waved them around. "Yes, from the genuine ass of an okarian nifrook. Have you smelled these shoes?" 
 "The odor adds character!" 
 "Character?" Cookie bared his teeth. "My friend isn't interested in character. Do you not see that she is a young attractive female of her species? If she wears these shoes, we'll have to charge you compensation for all of the potential mates this odious footwear will repulse." 
 The Took's eyes narrowed. "One and three-quarters credits." 
 "As a matter of fact, if we were to buy these shoes, the rest of your pile would smell better. You should pay us for the service of removing these so-called sandals from your shop." 
 "What?" 
 "You heard me. Now this!" Cookie raised my right sneaker in the air. 'This is a shoe." 
 I LOVE Cookie's haggling skills. I wish he would come shopping with me some time.