He keeps this up, he's bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they'll dangle him for certain.

Commander! Sir! Wake up!" Jack surfaced from sleep, wondering who the commander was and wishing he'd respond so he could go back to sleep - until he remembered that he was the commander.

The answer is no, I would rather marry the Demon King himself than marry you. I suggest you look elsewhere for a bride. And heaven help the one you choose.

Plus he was naturally lucky at cards. As Mam had always said, lucky at cards, or lucky at life. One or the other. Not both.

His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.