That was a kiss for the record books.

You can't carry the world on yer shoulders, broad as they are.

Yes!’ Beck crowed, pumping his fist into the air. ‘That rocks!’ Then he charged off in search of another Three to decapitate. Riley sighed to herself. ‘I’ve created a monster.

Ya called Fargo yet?” “No, I’ve been too busy trying to destroy the Guild and corrupt Simon’s soul. Being evil is a full-time job.

Here I am with a seriously hunky guy and I'm covered in demon pee. Why does the universe hate me?

‎'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.

Girl? He pressed. The name is Riley, she shot back. Learn it. Use it!