I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said.

Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tries to kill me, thinking I'm Ku'Sox. Al stops her, saving my life. And now we're all going to have s'mores together?

I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. “What do you want?” he said softly.

...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand.

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.