'Dead Witch Walking' is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.

What in Tink’s contractual hell are you doing here?

I’m going back!” I shouted, standing to put some distance between us in case I was yanking her chain too hard and she came after me. “I’ll show him,” I said, waving an arm. “I’ll sneak in. I’ll steal his freaking glasses and mail them back to him in a freaking birthday card!

Sir,” he said calmly, “that was the worst line I’ve ever heard, not only insulting but showing a severe lack of forethought. You’re obviously bothering the young woman. You should leave before she does permanent damage to you.

I can’t do easy anymore. It’s too hard on my soul.

But they’re dying. The church, I mean,” she added as I met her eyes. “No new members. It’s sad, really. The.

Listen to me, you broken-fanged, moss-wiped excuse for a back-drafted blood bag!” Jenks said, a silver-edged red dust slipping from him.

Falling in love was the easiest thing in the world to do. Why was it always so hard for me to survive it?

By the light coming from the patio, it looked a shade after sunrise. I had to stop waking up at this hour. It was just insane.

My pulse slowed, and as Jenks charmed the ladies behind the counter into flustered goo, I tried to look cool and professional among the plastic toys and paper hats. It wasn’t going to happen, so I tried for dangerous. I think I managed cranky...