“Did you see me carrying a shovel? Of course not physically." "So what did you do, Allie?" "I touched him. With Magic.… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“I glanced up at the trees too. Dead. Every one of them gray and white, needles rusted, leaves shriveled at the tips… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“...Magic is a heartless bitch, and she's had me by the throat for years.” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“I promise I'll stay as safe as I can. And since Zay refuses to leave me alone, I figure if things get… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Bonnie laughed, and I mean she threw her head back and cackled up into the rain. They say it only takes a… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Okay, that was so far down Creepy Lane that it had intersected with Scaring the Hell Out of Me Avenue. I hated… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Being stitched was evidence of a mending, an overcoming of pain. Our scars were proof that we were strong enough to keep living.” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Shame scowled. “How about I just make you angry again? That coat makes you look fat.” “Even more reason to take the stairs.” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Is magic common in librarians?" "Oh, yes. Anyone who touches a book has more than a little magic brush off on them. And if… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“The watercolor people hadn’t moved, hadn’t seen us, were still busy being dead and artistic. Good.” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Sex everywhere, all the time…One time during training, I actually had to carry bags of ice around and lob them at the two of… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“I came here on a matter of some urgency," the man said. "To take your father to safety." "I'm pretty sure the grave is… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
I wouldn’t want you to get in the shower and then pass out or some such. How about if I help you get out… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“We didn’t like each other when you were alive,” I muttered to my father. “You think living in my head is going to change… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
I doubt she likes the idea of seeing him put back in a cage.” “Maybe not,” he said. “But she knows that the Authority… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“I’m okay. I’ve finally made a few new friends.” “I know,” she sighed. “It makes me miss you more,...” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users. — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
