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

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.

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. “What do you want?” he said softly.

She smiled with the warmth of a penguin.

No, you just keep crashing my life. Look—" I said, and Al grunted. "Here it comes," the demon muttered. "Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list.

God, if you ever loved me, open my eyes for me when I'm being this stupid! (Ron)