I sighed. "And what am I to you, Al?" "My maid," he said brightly. "Shall we do this?

The seraph looked up, and pain sliced through my head as our eyes met, almost blinding me. "I honor you. You can do something I cannot," it said softly. "For all I am and all I have been, you are human. You are loved for your inventiveness, both good and bad. I can kill, but you can create. You can even create...an end," it said wistfully. "That's something I will never be able to do. Accept this. Create.

I'd never seen a man who could outshop me, but Jenks was a master.

He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

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.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?