I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve - " "You don't even wear your heart in your chest.

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

What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!

I gestured my frustration. “I don’t know. She’s much better already. She wasn’t talking half an hour ago. Look at her now.” We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her. Okay,” I said as we turned back. “Bad example.

I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. "What happened to my mirror?" I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swore and turned it over.