Actually,” I said, hesitant to bring it up, “I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human.” “Or witch?” Ivy said, surprising me. There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. “You don’t want to be a witch,” I said quickly. “Why not? You are.

Death and blood didn’t turn on a vampire. Fear and the chance to take blood did. There was a difference.

I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.

She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.

I'd never seen a man who could outshop me, but Jenks was a master.

People ask me what I do in my spare time, and I look at them blankly, truly believing that I don't even have spare time, and if I did, I'd probably use it for something mundane, like chipping away at the mound of laundry rising to dangerous proportions in the back room.

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself