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

He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. “Me too,” he said.

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.

Larry is back in town...The wedding is set for October. Tammy is threatening to have me in the wedding. Some friends they are.

He was twenty. I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding my breath.

There are some things more important than physical survival. You gotta be able to look at yourself in the mirror.