Devon Monk

“Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.”

— Devon Monk

“Cody?” I said. “Why are you dead?” Tact. I got it.”

— Devon Monk

“How does the Authority usually handle storms like this?” “Not well.”

— Devon Monk

I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.

— Devon Monk

“I cupped my hands over my ears. “No, no, no. Get out. Get dead.”

— Devon Monk

“I was now officially Beckstrom the storm rod. And I hated it.”

— Devon Monk

“It’s not a damn death wish. I just know how much my pain is worth.”

— Devon Monk

“That’s crazy-rare.” “And now it’s extinct.”

— Devon Monk

“The Home Shopping Channel played backward to summon a portal into a dimension of unknown horror? That was totally a thing. Do…

— Devon Monk

“It's not illegal to own a revolver." "Neither is it illegal to own a canon. Not a lot of people lug them…

— Devon Monk

“I thought you people had a manual for this kind of thing.” He laughed. “We have a manual. Magic doesn’t.”

— Devon Monk

Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.

— Devon Monk

“Should I take anything?” I asked, as Shamus slammed the trunk shut. “A healthy sense of self-preservation would be good,” he said.”

— Devon Monk

“Is there an option C? Take a vacation somewhere sunny, and drink a lot of rum until the world unfucks itself?”

— Devon Monk

“I get prickly when people are bleeding on my furniture. We tend you, and then we tend the mess that's following you.…

— Devon Monk

“Looks like it’s game time,” Shame said. “Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don’t you think?”

— Devon Monk

... he trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what…

— Devon Monk

Since I didn't have a spork handy, I leaned over the sink and scooped up a palmful of cold water and pressed…

— Devon Monk

“You owe me money." "No, I'm pretty sure I won that square." "You stole it." "You were drinking maybe a little," Robert…

— Devon Monk

“Rough night?" Zay asked. "Oh, no. Glorious, thanks. Mum had me cross-checking data on solid Veiled all damn night.Fuckin' A, there better…

— Devon Monk

“You threw Shackle," Terric said. "At his head. With a hell of a lot of magic." "He was trying to kill you…

— Devon Monk

“Violet, Kevin, the crowd, and my annoying father would all just have to wait while I ate half that torte and drank…

— Devon Monk

“Is magic common in librarians?" "Oh, yes. Anyone who touches a book has more than a little magic brush off on them.…

— Devon Monk

“The last void stone I’d worn was a beautiful black stone caught in vines of copper and silver. It looked like a…

— Devon Monk

“love makes you vulnerable. It strips away all the shields and safety nets and leaves you open for great joy, and occasionally…

— Devon Monk

“What the hell?” I muttered. Then I realized it was Jack Quinn’s car. Jack was a Hound and Bea’s boyfriend. The left…

— Devon Monk

I doubt she likes the idea of seeing him put back in a cage.” “Maybe not,” he said. “But she knows that…

— Devon Monk

“How many do you see?" Zayvion asked. "What's more than a swarm?" Shame said. "A mob?" Terric suggested. "No, like if a…

— Devon Monk

Shamus ordered half a cup of house brew. Then he proceeded to fill the cup up the rest of the way with…

— Devon Monk

“Matilda?" he said softly as he lowered his head to mine, his eyes shifting to gaze at my lips, then back to…

— Devon Monk

The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)

— Devon Monk

“Sunny, whose demeanor was the exact opposite of her name;”

— Devon Monk

“You coming in here?” I asked. “Afraid I’ll gnaw on your stepmother?”

— Devon Monk

“Meditate, he’d said. Jingo Jingo was such a joker.”

— Devon Monk

I resisted the urge to pour mouthwash in my brain.

— Devon Monk

“...Magic is a heartless bitch, and she's had me by the throat for years.”

— Devon Monk

Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.

— Devon Monk

“What’s the matter, suddenly develop a fashion sense?”

— Devon Monk

Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.

— Devon Monk

“Let’s use our heads,” he said, giving Shame a hard look. Shame just grinned. “That’s my favorite thing to use.”

— Devon Monk