Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.

The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.

Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.

For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.

Rock, meet stubborn place.

Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.

I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.