And while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I’d found out long ago that I couldn’t stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.

So much for playing nice.Tired, I let my eyes shut while they argued, hoping I didn’t die in the interim and make the problem moot. I wasn’t ever going to get my water. Ever.

Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like.

Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?

Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.

Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks