No,you're officially banned from listening to us. Or thinking about this. Or even thinking about thinking about this, understand?

Bud, my self-defense and combat skills teacher, was still trying to get me to learn knife fighting. "Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to nearly all paranormals!" "Tasey!" I countered. "Hot pink and sparkly!

Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.

You seem to forget that I'm Evie's legal guardian." "And you seem to forget that there's absolutely nothing legal about your guardianship, considering all the documents were forged.

I still had an irrational desire to do an interpretive dance about rainbows, but it was a small price to pay for being healed.

Something smashed to the ground. Jack looked at me, all the mugs forgotten. "I'm not going to let anyone kill you." He grinned. "If I don't get to, no one should.

Knowing where I came from didn't change who I was.