Worried, I touched the jacket’s sleeve. You think it’s too much? I asked, working hard to keep my tone non-combative. I’d had this conversation with ex-roommates before.
Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Trust your judgment, baby witch. No one else's. You've got good instincts for someone flakier than my mum's pie crust. (Leprechaun to Rachel)
This was weird, civilized.Yes, I’ve come to rob you, sir. / How delightful; won’t you have some tea before you do?
The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism.
The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!
Somehow I found him. Somehow I found Al's sarcastic thoughts, bitter and old. Tired, angry, bored. Alone.
So much for playing nice.Tired, I let my eyes shut while they argued, hoping I didn’t die in the interim and make the problem moot. I wasn’t ever going to get my water. Ever.
So I’ve seen my boys do that a hundred times with the neighboring pixy girls. Give her their favorite seed and be too flustered to tell her what it was.
Shifting Lucy to his shoulder, he began to rock without moving his feet, a movement new to him but as old as fire and having the grace of 1000 years.
She was getting bitchy.That was a good sign. What am I supposed to do till you get back? I said, patting the smouldering leather. Hide in my closet? Id rather be with you.
Rachel, you summon demons. You’re good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It’s not going to go away.
Rachel, we've been over this. This is what I do, he said, crumbs of whiten cheese falling from the knife. Find a way for your lofty, unrealistic ideals to deal with it.
Rachel, my itchy witch, Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?
Rache, he said, trying to get into my line of sight. What more do you need? God to send a telegram? (Jenks)
Rache! Glad you're... Tink loves a duck! he said, wings clattering. It stinks of sex in here. God, woman. I leave you alone for one night, and you're humping the ghost. - Jenks to Rachel
Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila, maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.
No, you just keep crashing my life. Look— I said, and Al grunted.Here it comes, the demon muttered. Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list.
My eyes narrowed. He wanted me to lie for him? Minias leaned so close to the barrier of ever-after that it buzzed a harsh warning. If you don’t, I’ll give the public what they expect. His eyes went to...
My coffee was steaming, and I hunched over it while I watched the demon. His long fingers were interlaced about the white soup-bowl mug as if relishing its warmth, and though I couldn’t tell for sure...