Lu-cy...you have some s'plainin' to do. ~Gem

I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.

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.

I swear, I’ve never met any demon as annoying as you are.” “You haven’t met my youngest brother.

She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.

His instincts should have warned him sooner than they had, but thanks to his agimortus, he'd been hobbled like a brood mare waiting to be mounted by a randy stallion

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.