Son of a beaver biscuit…
Thanks, Edden, I said, truly pleased that he was sending someone for Jenks not only because now I didn’t have to, but that he’d thought of Jenks at all. You’re a peach. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he said, and...
The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!
The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys.
The rag he'd used to clean the table went into the fire behind him. I saw what you are, he said, and I was ashamed. I saw what you expect from a person, and I'd call you a bitch except you demand it f...
The tight sound of Jenks’s wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand...
They will hurt her just like they hurt you to get it, and I’m not going to let that happen, you dumb little shit.
This is a witchocracy, not a democracy. Clear?
This was weird, civilized.Yes, I’ve come to rob you, sir. / How delightful; won’t you have some tea before you do?
Three g’s, and an r: Get in, get the info, get out, relocate.
Ticked, I looked across the street to the Starbucks catering to uptown snits who needed sixty different ways to brew a bean in order to not be happy with any of them.
Trent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun? He looked at me in disgust. You’re here to protect me, he said as he closed the distance between us and stood beside me. You didn’t bring a weapon? Yeah, I...
Was I a fool to trust, or a wiser person finding the capacity to forgive?
Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Where did he go! he bellowed, gloved hands clenching. I had him in a snare that would take Alexander the Great a lifetime to untwist, and he did it in a week! Al took a step, pinwheeling as his booted...
Who in hell bought a mug with blue butterflies on it! I shouted, slamming it on the counter beside the stove. We are serious people doing serious things! I don’t have time for butterflies!
With a little cry, I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him to me for a real kiss. The assembled people cheered, and I closed my eyes as the sound of pixy wings wreathed us. Give up? Leave? echoe...
Yes, well, it's not, like I want to marry you he said.
You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.
You can’t stop me. It’s the only option we have to get those Weres off Rachel’s tail, so unless you have a suggestion, I suggest you shut up.
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