Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!

Jenks squinted at me, and when Trent nodded, the pixy gestured sourly to Bis to get on with it. A four inch man ruled us all.

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.

Rose to Rachel: You cry you get angry then you do something about it.

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.

Good Lord, I thought, squinting at the bright glare of a late-July morning. No wonder I slept through this. It was noisy with shrieking birds, and already hot.