We don’t forget, Rachel, and it’s not as if it was our ancestors who were betrayed. It was us.
Vamps were homebodies—high-maintenance, party-till-you-die, don’t-look-at-me-funny-or-I’ll-kill-you homebodies, but homebodies nevertheless.
Trent gave me a weary look. Always seeing the best in a person, Ms. Morgan?Yeah. Except with you.
They tried to kill me, he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. You saw them! Yeah? I spouted off. They weren’t very good at it!(Trent and Rachel)
The coat was a remnant from his stint at being people-size. I’d gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we’d thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.
Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.
Small steps could make large journeys, if admittedly very slow ones.
Silas straightened in his seat, clearly uneasy. This is so bad for my asthma, he said, the familiar phrase coming from him startling her.
She was the most private person I knew, not even telling herself what her feelings were until she found a logical reason to justify them.
She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.
Sha na tay, sha na tay, he said, his voice becoming more sure as he chanted it, seeking the attention of the Goddess that he was reluctantly beginning to believe in. He’d seen too much not to. His pul...
Rose to Rachel: You cry you get angry then you do something about it.
Pulse fast, I headed for the hall, a gallon of salsa on my hip, a tomato in my hand, and a pixy on my shoulder.Yeah, we bad.
Oh, God, I’m going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.
Mistakes can be fixed but if you do it more than once, it's no longer a mistake.
Living a lie tore at one’s being and leaked out in the oddest of places.
Jenks, you can fly me up the rest of the way to Trent, and then pow! I give Trent his statue. Pow, you'll be naked! Jenks exclaimed.(Rachel and Jenks)
Jenks snorted, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it away. You can help Rachel by dropping dead. That’s still an option, said Ivy.
I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker, I said (Rachel to Trent)
I’m giving you fair warning, Mr. Cormel. If you bespell Rachel, I’ll open up your head for the sunshine to come in. - Jenks