You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?

Have you been sniffing fairy farts?

She smiled with the warmth of a penguin.

Five trolls in a dra-a-a-a-ag,' the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. 'Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps and a succubus in the snow.

My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. “Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.

Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve - " "You don't even wear your heart in your chest.

Trent looked me up and down. “Is that all you’re going to do?” My pulse quickened, and I gazed at the front of the basilica where the scratching was coming from. “I might have a snack later if nothing comes through those doors.