We were innocent once. How could it have gone so bad?

Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.

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

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

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

Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. “Welcome back, my itchy witch.

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