Three years of teaching at Happy Hands Preschool and I couldn’t even cuss right.

Lizzie, you stay away from him. That man is a troll.

That demon you met, Xerxes. He works for a fifth-level demon named Vald.

Well aren’t you full of sunshine and donkey feathers.

It’s never a good day when an ancient demon shows up on your toilet bowl.

Despite it all, I had to believe that honesty would be rewarded. That if I lived my life doing the right thing, good fortune would come back to me. The alternative was unthinkable.

Fairies have been running these routes since George Washington was in diapers.

The next morning I was up bright and early. Mostly because I’d sold the curtains.

That might have been the last time I saw Dimitri alive.

Less than a year ago, my life had been so simple. I had a nice little freelance design business going. I was marrying a man I thought I loved. And then – poof. Ghosts in my kitchen and ramen for breakfast.