Different isn't evil, it's just different.

I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

I didn't want to understand. Bert had been thrilled that the police wanted to put me on retainer. He told me I would gain valuable experience working with the police. All I had gained so far was a wider variety of nightmares.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.