He looked from the phone to the unconscious figure of the Salesman. "What did you do to him?" he asked. "He got the wrong number," Alex said.

He had followed the trail left by a dead man. It was only now that he realized it might lead only to a grave.

Writing about magic is harder than writing about spies because you're dealing with something that doesn't really exist.

I don't know anything!' Tim(Caleb) wailed. He'd never spoken a truer word in his life.

I love the idea that magic and witchcraft and battles between supernatural creatures could be raging all around us but just out of our sight.

No offense, but I'd rather kiss the horse.

You're never too young to die.