Hang on, Pa, don't reach for yer shotgun just yet," I said, grinning over the protective streak I found funny, when there wasn't actually anything to shelterme from. "We were just circlin' the wagons, not having an orgy." My dad suddenly looked like he might be sick. "Please don't ever say that word again." "Wagons?

Come on, Kaylee, before I choke on testosterone and melodrama.

So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?

Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

I can't believe they even bothered filling that faculty position again. They might as well rename the class Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, seriously, who would answer an ad for this job?

And I met Madeline's necromancer. His name's Luca." "A death detector?" Tod made a face. "That's creepy." "It gets weirder. He's dating Sophie." "On purpose?