Tinks titties Rache Jenks.

Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching..

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!.

A witch, a vampire, and a pixy walk into a bar, I thought as I led the way into the Squirrel’s End. It was early, and the sun had yet to set when the….

Don't fall into the trap of having to have everything perfect to write or wait until the mood strikes you. If you want it as a job, treat it like a j….

Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tr….

You think Ivy's a planner? She has nothing on a motivated elf with too much money..

I ought to file charges of uncommon stupidity against you for letting her try this alone." ~ Newt, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison.

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices..

Teens like a lot of the same things adults do: smart people doing amazing things against awful odds..

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always..

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction).

Jenks kept me alive for two years through two death threats, a crazy banshee, and at least two serial killers. Its about time I return the favor! And….

Trent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun?” He looked at me in disgust. “You’re here to protect me,” he said as he closed the distance between us an….

Rachel,” came a raspy voice from the upper level, and both Trent and I turned. It was Quen, wrapped in a blanket as if it was a death shroud, the bla….

I just want my name back so my life can go back to chaotic and weird instead of chaotic and desperate..

Men,” she said as she took my arm and led me to the brightly lit room. “They forget we need to see the outcome of pain before we willingly put oursel….

They tried to kill me,” he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. “You saw them!” “Yeah?” I spouted off. “They weren’t very good at it!” (Tren….

Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-t….

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly..