The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.

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.

Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?" "Dead pigs and cows," I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. "They're vegetarians," I said defensively.

We've both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.

Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

Heroism doesn't pay very well. I try to be cold-blooded and money-oriented, but I keep screwing it up.

All right. Tell me what I'm looking at." From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips." I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said.