I will compensate all your one-inch, two-inch losses because I know how important every inch is to you aged, decrepit men.

If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.

I am black,” she said, and a shudder rippled through me. “I am foul with a thousand years of demon curses. Don’t cross me or I will bring you and your house down. Rachel is the only clean thing I have, and you won’t sully her to further your high ideas.

You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.

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

HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don’t know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.