His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.

There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.

I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.

I want…” he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. “I want one pure thing in my life,” he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. “I want one thing I can point to and say, ‘That is good, and it’s a part of me.

Who’s going to keep them from wiping us out species by species? Not me. We aren’t prepared for a new demographic of magic-using humans who are sadistic, power hungry, don’t like Inderlanders, and see genocide as an acceptable form of communication.

Rache,” he said, trying to get into my line of sight. “What more do you need? God to send a telegram?" (Jenks)

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