Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.

Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.

Teens like a lot of the same things adults do: smart people doing amazing things against awful odds.

Her elf is going to do just that,” he said, the red glow of the ever-after sun turning his hair auburn, almost as red as mine. “I did not work this hard at getting her to accept who she is to let you take your spoiled brat of a little-boy temper tantrum out on her. She stays on my side of the lines.

I’m not going to pick her up and carry her screaming to the basement,” Trent said. “It’s a workday. Besides, she has a crutch.” “Crutch or no, she’s hurt!” Ceri protested. “I mean,” Trent said intently, “she can hit me with it if I do something she doesn’t like.

Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?

I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.