Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

I hate it when she tabs a line," Ivy whispered to Kisten in the corner. "You ever see anything freakier than that?" "You should see the face she makes when she—" "Shut up, Kist!" I exclaimed, my eyes flashing open to find him grinning at me.

I wish I could say I write 9-5. It's usually more like 8-6, every day but the weekends.

Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.

Rachel, you summon demons. You’re good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It’s not going to go away.

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

I smell pancakes," Al said as he jauntily smacked Pierce's hat back on the witch's head. "Did the runt make you breakfast?" Al said, leaning over the stove. "Quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet, eh?" he said, leering at Pierce, who was now rinsing out the percolator. "Is it working? I'd be curious to know. I'd buy her a cake or something.