Jenks made a move to follow, probably forgetting he didn’t have wings anymore. He leaned forward and fell to the floor, face first. “Jenks!” I shouted when he hit with a dull smack and started swearing.

Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

You can trust me to keep my word. I always keep my word, promises or threats.

He grinned. “That’s because pixies are ever-after. We’re magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked.

I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.