I opine-I think you're a woman of your world,' he said from the far end of the couch. 'I would have a hard time seeing you pressed and powdered, dreading a life of servitude under the name of marriage. You'd die in that mold. I like you as you are, fiery and ill tempered.

Jenks made a move to follow, probably forgetting he didn’t have wings anymore. He leaned forward and fell to the floor, face first. “Jenks!” I shouted when he hit with a dull smack and started swearing.

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

Rachel?” came Ivy’s voice from her room. “Where’s my sword?” “In the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood

Have you been sniffing fairy farts?

Was using “dead-man’s-toe” morally okay if the man’s relatives had knowingly sold him for parts?

Just so you know, I’ve trusted you since camp.