Unfortunately, Jessie said, he caught a terminal case of death.
The gun was an equalizer, but only when it came to the cambion. Sullivan would just swallow the bullets and spit them back out at me.
The Nook was in a perpetual state of slightly organized chaos, like it had been hit by a tornado followed by a slightly mad librarian with bold new ideas about the Dewey decimal system.
Stacy, Artie snapped, I don’t have time for this shit, okay— The first message, which she said you’d understand, is that she’s one of Caitlin’s sisters. She’s going to make sure you stay properly ente...
Sounds ominous, I said. Do you get a cool code name, too? No, but I have handcuffs— Kinky. —and a gun. I shook my head. There you go, ruining the mental image.
So sorry, Calypso said, waving his cigarette in a slow circle. I should have asked before I lit up. Does anyone mind if I smoke? Duh, yes, Josh snapped at him. It’s a filthy habit. And it’s making my...
She arched an eyebrow. You already know? I stole his soul, lost his soul, exorcised his soul from another person’s body, stuffed him in a bottle, pulled a short con, and now the Choir thinks I’m Gille...
Redemption Choir. Half-demons who want to be human, I said. So they’re the good guys. No, I said. They’re nuts, and they just kidnapped a priest. They’re the bad guys. Who’s AB? Special Agent Harmony...
Oh. Oh. Well, that is useful information. Thank you, dear. Yes, yes, you’re terribly thoughtful and I couldn’t have a better best friend. Yes, we’ll have to do a— A con with a bloody spike in his grip...
Now, neither of you gentlemen are under my court’s authority, so I can’t technically pass my formal judgment upon you. I think…we’ll just call this a double homicide.
I looked at Harmony. Harmony looked at Gary. She knew he’d overreached and blown it. So did Lars. Only Gary himself was too dumb to figure it out. I cleared my throat.
His gaze slid from her headscarf to her glass of club soda. Still pretending to be a Muslim? Hey, Damien, Freddie said, still pretending to be a man? Dances-with-Knives, a pleasure as always. He lower...
Magic was the cheat codes for the universe.
It’s about doing what you can, whenever you can, to stand up for what you believe. You fight and you never, ever give up. That’s what makes a man.
Favor? Stop putting real occult-underground shit in your books. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble. Or you’re gonna get me in trouble. Come
You must understand, Mr. Faust, that this is not the only world that exists. Like the petals of a snowflake, other dimensions weave and lace around our own, sometimes touching our planet, sometimes vi...
You can’t take a life—good or bad, whether they’ve got it coming or not—you can’t take a life without burning out a little of the light in your heart. And you’ve only got so much light.
Literally sold his soul? Like, ‘Devil Went Down to Georgia,’ Robert Johnson at the crossroads— Like Mephistopheles and your namesake, or the violinist Niccolò Paganini, or the Rolling Stones, yes, exa...
It wasn’t…it wasn’t anything personal, he finally said. Funny, I told him. When somebody tries to screw somebody else over and fails hard? That’s always the first thing out of their mouth. ‘It was onl...
I liked my old place, a rehabbed motel room in the shadow of the Vegas strip. Really felt like home—until a psycho half-demon pitched a Molotov cocktail through my window.