I felt sick. Buying Kisten’s and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I’d rather keep my soul clean and let my morals get dingy.

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

What are you doing now?” Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. “Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.

The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.

Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.

Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king.