You think Ivy's a planner? She has nothing on a motivated elf with too much money.

Newt spun, making her robe unfurl. “He’s my familiar, bought and paid for. I can claim anything of his. Even his life.” Al cleared his throat nervously. “That’s good to know,” he said lightly. “Important safety tip. Rachel, write that down somewhere as lesson number one.

Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.

Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

I like the second better, but the first fits with the vampire watching what she can’t have.” I blinked. “What he can’t have,” I amended, flushing.

Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.