My hair had grown out long and shaggy—not in that sexy-young-rock-star kind of way but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.

Sometimes the only way to carry a heavy burden is to share it with another

I admit," Morgan said with another withering look, "it's no donut.

Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon--perfect.

The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living.