“I glanced up at the trees too. Dead. Every one of them gray and white, needles rusted, leaves shriveled at the tips of branches. All the life sucked out of them. Not just the trees. All the plants, ferns, grasses… — 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
