No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya

Robbie turned to the house again. "Got a flashlight?" "Of course not." I smirked. "That would make me too well prepared, wouldn't it?

In fairy tales there's always one person who is made for one other, and they find each other and live happily ever after. Cal was my person. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect. Yet what kind of sick fairy tale would it be if he was the one made exactly right for me and I wasn't right for him?

Over my dead body, I thought. Yes, even immortals use that phrase. It has extra oomph for us.

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

You have to admit he's good looking," Bree pressed, leaning against my kitchen counter. "Of course I admit it. I'm not blind," I said, busily opening cans.

Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick.