I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.

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

Hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t get enough air, and I couldn’t find the desire to push her away

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!

Like the end of a picnic, all the weenies will be roasted.

I ought to file charges of uncommon stupidity against you for letting her try this alone." ~ Newt, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison

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