There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference.

Kiss me....Cassie....Like you mean it.

I thought there was a good chance the fridge was possessed. It was subtle about it, but I had its number. I knew its ways. Oh yes.

Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God.

War mages ordered, threatened and bitched. They didn't deal.

I left it with a warmer,” he said drily. Because war mages ate their fried chicken frozen to the ground and they liked it.

You are nothing like Christine!" he said, in my face. "She was a responsibility, a mistake I made when young and foolish, and from whom I came to believe I would never be free!" "Then what am I?" I challenged, staring up into blazing sapphire eyes. "A joy.