Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!

You have such interesting thoughts. No wonder witches are ephemeral. You drive yourself crazy. You should simply do what you want without the soul-searching. It will be easier in the long run, Rachel Mariana Morgan.

No, you just keep crashing my life. Look—" I said, and Al grunted. "Here it comes," the demon muttered. "Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list.

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

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

Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

I grew up reading SF in the 70s and 80s, and I like fast, thought-provoking plots that take you places in fully realized worlds.