I’m your worst nightmare come to walk this side of the lines. I’m an elf, Trent something you’re forgotten how to be. You’re scared of black magic. I can see fear shimmering under your aura like sweat. I live and breathe black magic. I’m so tainted with it that I will use it without thought, without guilt and without hesitation.

Memories of ice and Trent surfaced, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. I had saved him, and he had saved me. What was wrong with us?

Have you been sniffing fairy farts?

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.

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

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

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