The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

I'll love you until the day after forever.

A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.