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

She knew what he had in mind. He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday. There was no doubt as to what her answer would be.

I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.

What about Beck?" "Backwoods Boy? Are you crazy? It'd be a threesome - me, him and his overbearing ego. Definitely doomed to failure.

Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?

Adults always acted like they could fix everything. But they can't. And they know it.

I could stay here forever." "But you won't." "Maybe I will.