Rache,” he said, trying to get into my line of sight. “What more do you need? God to send a telegram?" (Jenks)

Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

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)

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

Your welcome means more to me, Ivy Alisha Tamwood, than a thousand souls. Watching Rachel work is a wonder of one catastrophe after another.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.