And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference!.

Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you..

You look like the vamp who bled the cat..

You think my kids just popped out of the ground?.

I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there..

CINCINNATI MORGUE, AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY SERVICE SINCE 1966..

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin..

That’s my girl,” she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. “Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She’d pull ….

Rachel, we've been over this. This is what I do," he said, crumbs of whiten cheese falling from the knife. "Find a way for your lofty, unrealistic id….

Come work for me, and I’ll tell you.” My eyes went to his. “You are a thief, a cheat, a murderer, and a not-nice man,” I said calmly. “I don’t like y….

They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission..

This is about Ku’Sox, isn’t it,” I said, more of a statement than a question. He made a sighing groan, and I knew it was. “Then you’ve met,” he said,….

My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat….

Al was looking at me in disbelief. “Not your lover?” “No.” “But he is Rachel candy,” Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked..

In a few hours, I’m going to be banished to the surface, my belongings raffled off as novelty items and my living space given to someone else—my repu….

I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky..

I felt sick. Buying Kisten’s and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I’d rather keep my soul clean ….

You need me, just whistle," he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the frost-emptied branches. "You're not….

I tried to breathe, failing. I clutched her to me, tears slipping from under my closed eyes. It was as if her soul was liquid fire and I could feel h….

My blood rose, mixing with my lingering fear of the unknown to drive her to a fever pitch. Her lips touched my lower neck and vertigo spun the room, ….

Ford put a hand to his head. “Back up. Back up!” he cried. “You’re too close.” Heart pounding, I looked at the eight feet between us and pressed into….