He's twenty-nine. And what did you think he was going to look like?"She shrugged."You know-old. Grizzled. Long white beard. Scruffy robes. Loveable, smart, a little absent minded." I bit back a grin. " I said 'sorcerer,' not 'Dumbledore.' So he's hot. It could be worse.

Let’s just remember, Sullivan, that I want you for your smoked meats and your smoked meats only.”He barked out a laugh. “Touché, Sentinel.

Lindsey patted my arm. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s about time you two made the beast with two backs.”I had to work to form words. “There are so many things wrong with that statement, I don’t know where to start.

Sometimes hanging out in pajamas with a good book sounded like a phenomenal idea.

Well, I suppose I could follow his advice. Are you hungry?”“Surprisingly enough, not at the moment.”“Will miracles never cease?”“Ha,” I said

Now that, my friends, is what we vampires call a good exit.

A slap wouldn’t have pulled me out of the trance any faster.

Avoidance helped settle the emotions. Considerably.

Give me something to go on, here. What kind of black magic are we talking? Elphaba,Wicked Witch of the West-type stuff or Slytherin-type stuff?