Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy." "In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind.

she had given me a piece of what made her life sane.

I thought Trent should get over his pixy paranoia and admit he had an eerie attraction to them, like every other pure-blood elf I’d met. So he liked pixies. I liked double-crunch ice cream, but you didn’t see me avoiding it in the grocery store.

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.