Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.

You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies," Jenks whispered, empty and bereft. "My word silent, though I should howl. Muffled by death, my wings can't lift me high enough to find you. I feel you within. Unaware of my pain. Not knowing why I mourn. And why I breathe alone.

They tried to kill me,” he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. “You saw them!” “Yeah?” I spouted off. “They weren’t very good at it!” (Trent and Rachel)

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

You are your father's daughter,' he said, the skin around his eyes tightening. 'Trent is his father's son. Apart, you are annoying. Together...you have the potential to be a problem.