I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

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

Molly was arrested. Possession.” I blinked at him. “She was possessed?

It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ... Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.

There is the world that should be and the world that is. We live in one and must create the other.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.