But he's Rachel Candy!" -Both Jenks and Al

I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.--Rachel Morgan

Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.

Jenks enthusiastically leaned against the counter and opened the box. Bypassing the plastic knife, he broke off about a third of it and took a huge bite. Ivy watched, appalled, and I shrugged. His mouth moving as he hummed, Jenks finished unpacking the sacks. I was half dead, Ivy was whoring herself to keep me safe, but Jenks was okay as long as he had chocolate.

Actually,” I said, hesitant to bring it up, “I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human.” “Or witch?” Ivy said, surprising me. There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. “You don’t want to be a witch,” I said quickly. “Why not? You are.

Music moves society more than most people realize. In my opinion, it's a soft manipulator of influence and change.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.