What did you write on here? ‘Don’t die’?” “No, I wrote, ‘Don’t be an asshole!’”I headed for the house. “On yours or mine?” “On yours.” “Well, in that case, your magic isn’t working. I’m still an asshole.

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

I’ve seen your foot up close.” Curran pointed to his chest. “I’ve seen it here.” He moved his hand to his jaw. “Here.” He touched the place over his cheek where my kick had cut him. “And here.

I had an appointment with a sexual deviant and I didn’t want to be late.

Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.

Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.