It’s not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?

Around Mik, my powers desert me. I lose basic motor function, like my brain focuses all neural activity on my lips and shifts into kiss preparedness mode way too early, to the detriment of things like speech, and walking.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.

Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.

Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.

Being near her was like balancing on a tipping world, trying to keep your footing as the ground wanted to roll you forward, hurl you into a spiral from which there was no recovery, only impact, and it was a longed-for impact, a sweet and beckoning collision.

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.