Death’s favorites don’t die.

Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels.

But the Courts aren't places humans are supposed to be, especially the Unseelie Court. Most faeries won't even go there." We have to go - we have to get Ravus's heart. He's going to die if we don't." what are we going to do? Go down there and ask for it?" Pretty much.

She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

I drive him to school, then I break back into Barron's house. I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen. Then I go home and shave until my skin is as slick as any slickster's.

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.