I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

I put the ick in magic.

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.

Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. "For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils.

Isana laughed. "And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition?" The lady smiled. "That's a question rarely asked here at court." "And why is that?" "Because a woman of conscience would tell you that she is a person of conscience. A woman of ambition would tell you that she is a person of conscience—only much more convincingly.