Jenks squinted at me, and when Trent nodded, the pixy gestured sourly to Bis to get on with it. A four inch man ruled us all.

Ku’Sox was indeed a demon. In. The. Sun. I needed answers, but I wanted them from Al, not…Cute Socks here.

Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!

What are you?" I rasped. It smiled. "Whatever scares you.

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

Hey,” the other said, coming to life. “You’re supposed to be in jail.” Al grinned at him, his white-gloved grip tightening on the wooden handle, which was intricately carved in the shape of a naked, writhing woman. Nice. “And your momma wanted you to have a brain,” he said, yanking the door open and slamming it into the guy’s face.

Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!