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

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

All I'd have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent's backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right.

What are you?" I rasped. It smiled. "Whatever scares you.

I felt sick. Buying Kisten’s and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I’d rather keep my soul clean and let my morals get dingy.

How many mistakes can one life survive?