I’d never seen a man who could outshop me, but Jenks was a master.
We were innocent once. How could it have gone so bad?
I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.
Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.
Death and blood didn’t turn on a vampire. Fear and the chance to take blood did. There was a difference.
You think Ivy’s a planner? She has nothing on a motivated elf with too much money.
You think my kids just popped out of the ground?
Rose to Rachel: You cry you get angry then you do something about it.
I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.
Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She’d taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.
Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.
HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don’t know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.
I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.
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.
I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden.
He didn’t want Lucy to grow up feeling alone, surrounded by everything and having nothing.
She just threatened to throw the next man who shoots at you out the window. Megan is awake. She offered to help. God, Trent, what is it with you and women?
Who’s going to keep them from wiping us out species by species? Not me. We aren’t prepared for a new demographic of magic-using humans who are sadistic, power hungry, don’t like Inderlanders, and see genocide as an acceptable form of communication.
Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?
Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.