It stinks of trains and that chili with the chocolate in it. Ooooh, books!" he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library. (Al).

Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him ….

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks..

Piscary killed people, but he didn’t have the concept of pity or remorse. It would be like telling a shark he was a bad fish and to stop eating peopl….

A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. It costs too much, he said. “There’s no inflation in the ever-after, Al.” Call it a recessi….

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died..

My God", he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the sc….

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?.

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at..

I jerked to a stop at the door to my room. "What's wrong with my boots?" I said, thinking they were the only thing that I was going to keep on. Ah…th….

The quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet. Can I make you a cake?" Big Al to Pierce, then Rachel..

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive..

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him..

Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard..

Pierce jerked his hand from Trent and pushed himself straight. “Kalamack Industries,” he said, expression twisted as he wiped his hand on his pants. ….

I wish I could say I write 9-5. It's usually more like 8-6, every day but the weekends..

Nick as in my former boyfriend Nick. Ex-rat, ex-boyfriend, ex-alive if I ever got hold of him Nick..

God, it stinks,” I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. “It’s the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-….

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy..

Newt spun, making her robe unfurl. “He’s my familiar, bought and paid for. I can claim anything of his. Even his life.” Al cleared his throat nervous….

Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like..