Why are you all here?" "One of Bantazar's assassins hit you with an exomangler," Lore said. "He's dead." "A lot dead." Wraith snorted and high-fived Lore. "Massive deadness.

I'll bet you could make a woman throw out all her toys

Oompa-Loompa Land?” He shook his head. “No way. Orange people give me the creeps. I don’t even like fake tans. I’d never be their king.

He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be.

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.

The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.