There might be a charm in the black arts section of the library, but black earth magic used nasty ingredients—like indispensable people parts—and I wasn’t going to go there.
The zeal of the stupid in her, Chris began turning pages as if it were the winter solstice gift catalog, earmarking pages and cooing in delight at the new possibilities.
The shushing of the waves was the heartbeat of the world, ever present, seldom noticed, and linking every moment together from before there was life to now.
The memory of him tracing the lines of my face filled me. I remembered the touch of his sensitive fingers, following my jawline, running down my neck to follow the curves of my body. I remembered his...
The ever-after is like a drop of time that got knocked out, sitting alone by itself with no past behind it to push it forward and no future to pull it along. It’s hanging to us by the ley lines, sort...
The dangerous reality of the Hollows remains carefully hidden. We know if we color too far out of humanity’s self-imposed lines, old fears will resurface and they will strike out at us.
The cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.
The Weres would track us from there. I’m surprised they haven’t found us already. I can’t believe you bit her. We have four Were packs scenting for our blood, and you think now is a good time to chang...
That was the extent of our relationship, but I knew he used me to keep Were women from insinuating themselves into his life. My gaze landed on the fat little black book beside his phone. Apparently th...
Thanks, Mom, I whispered. And with the knowledge that my mom believed in me even if the rest of the world didn’t, I headed for the door.
Tension pulled my shoulders tight, and I prayed my conversation skills were better than my magic.
Tell you what, I said, my eyebrows rising. You can drive me home if we keep to one topic on the way. Your father? he guessed, and I nodded. I was getting used to this deal-with-a-demon business.
Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies, Jenks whispered, empty and bereft. My word silent, though I should howl. Muffled by death, my wings can't lift me high enough to find you....
Sunt qui discessum animi a corpore putent esse mortem. Sunt erras,
Suddenly I felt vastly underdressed. Hell, even the woman dressed down as a hobo had diamonds on.
Success at work. Having fun doing it. Caring for someone and supporting their interests because you like to see them happy. Having them care about and support yours simply because they want to see you...
Rachel? came Ivy’s voice from her room. Where’s my sword? In the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood
Rachel, you are one crazy bitch. But I like you. Your loyalty impresses me. It makes putting up with the rest of your crap worth it.
Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, he said, very still and unmoving. Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.
Quen's gaze went to Ivy and Jenks.Peeved, I crossed my legs and shook my head. We're a team. I'm not asking them to leave so you can tell me of whatever piss-poor problem you've landed yourself in.The...