She is a sick woman,” Mama Rosa argued, standing firm to deny him passage. “In addition to her Horseman ramblings, she also strokes her shoe like a cat, and calls it Madame Persephone. Do you think that will be of help as well?

The odds are not in our favor.

I didn’t know if it was possible to kick someone hard enough to knock the cocky out of ’em, but for Rowan I was willing to try.

If the Dark Army wanted to come for us, let them come. But hands off the Grams.

I couldn’t deny it, I was smitten. I was in deep smit.

Purring wasn’t going to be an issue if he kept looking at me like that. I was going to have a stroke.

The La Brea Tar Pits of asshole-ism." Noah pressed his lips into a thin line and gave a mock sympathetic nod. "They claim many each year.

-"Death walks, and talks, and occasionally whisks you in a gruesome waltz." -

Dinner, as friends. Where I don't expect you to pay or hold doors and you don't expect make-up or sex." "I'll be rude, and you'll be purposely homely. It'll be magical," Noah laughed.

I couldn't deny it, I was smitten. I was in deep smit.