the mad have a grace all their own

That’s my girl,” she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. “Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She’d pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I’ll take the waif in. I promise I’ll bring this one up properly.

Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.

You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.

I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden.

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. “What do you want?” he said softly.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.