I put the ick in magic.

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy. It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, "Yes, ma'am. How can I help you today?

Unicorns," I said. "Very dangerous. You go first.

I followed him through the halls of the enormous church until we got to the staff's kitchen. He went to the fridge, opened it, and came out with a bottle of bourbon. He poured some into a coffee cup, drank it down, and poured some more. He offered me the bottle. No, thanks. Aren't you supposed to drink vodka? Aren't you supposed to wear a pointy hat and ride on a flying broomstick? Touche, I said.

I didn't know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.

Discretion is the better part of not getting exsanguinated.

Hope is a force of nature. Don't let anyone tell you different.