God, it stinks,” I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. “It’s the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys.

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it.

I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.--Rachel Morgan

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

What are you doing now?" Al questioned "Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is. My expression went blank, and Trent hesitated. He looked at me, and I put a hand to my mouth, face flaming. "Oh. My. God. Trent. I'm sorry" "Um" Trent said, clearly at a loss. "Call me tomorrow," Al said seriously, "I've got a curse that will take care of that. Unless you like the snake in a turtleneck look