Pierce truly was a black witch. He had tried to kill with magic. It didn’t matter if the charm was white, black, or polka dotted with silver sparkles.
Originally the arrangement had been to keep me from running into assassins at the store and creating a new meaning to the phrase cleanup in aisle three.
Oh, my God, when Ivy got it wrong, she really got it wrong. I didn’t need a boyfriend. I had all the drama I could stand right here.
No, she said firmly. I want you to stay when I go. Break tradition again, my love, and burn me alone in the home we built. I don't want you with me. You aren't done. You see too far ahead. You need to...
My office is trashed, he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.
My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. It’s a cat, I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible...
My God, you have beautiful hair in the firelight, he said softly, and I blinked. It’s like your thoughts, all cinnamon and wild untamed. I’ve always liked your hair.
Married pixy, I told myself, forcing my eyes back to the shelf of ceramic animals. Fifty-four kids. Beautiful wife, sweet as sugar, who would kill me in my sleep while apologizing for it.
Look, I said, my finger jabbing out to point at him. I don’t like you. Jenks doesn’t like you. And Ivywants to eat you. Start talking.
Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.
Ku’Sox was indeed a demon. In. The. Sun. I needed answers, but I wanted them from Al, not…Cute Socks here.
Kisten probably has one in here, she muttered, then turned with a tube of what looked like lipstick. Ta-da! Ta-da, huh?
Ivy rose to rinse the carafe. She leaned close to me, running the water to blur her words as she muttered, What's wrong with her? She's crying over her tea.
It took everything I had to pull from his lips, and even as I did, I felt a new desire layering itself over the old, soaking in where it would linger in my thoughts.
It stinks of trains and that chili with the chocolate in it. Ooooh, books! he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library. (Al)
Inside Junior’s it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly,
If you think living with Ivy and trying to avoid getting bitten was difficult, wait until you try living with her while trying to find a blood balance. This isn’t an easier road, Rache, he said, gaze...
I reached to push my hair out of my eyes, finding someone had tied a knot it in. My face screwed up in anger as I realized it was a HAPA knot. Real funny.
I pushed him back with a finger. Your accent stinks. Go away until you get it right.
I plucked at my salt-stained shirt and tried to find an air of nonchalance as I prepared to introduce His Most Holy Pain in the Ass to Miss Elf Princess.