“So the Casnoffs are at Hex Hall. Probably with however many demons they've managed to create. What are they doing there? Throwing a hellacious slumber party?” — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Cal stepped forward, hopefully to come to my rescue. "I could toss her off the pier, Ms. Vanderlyden." Or not.” — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Or maybe your magic isn't that destructive after all. The rain of Doritos, the bed thing,this...Maybe it's just that you create too big, you… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“We headed down a narrow flight of stairs that ended at a low arch. Beyond the arch was yet another murky room. Did these… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I know it looks vaguely unsanitary and potentially scandalous, Nana, but I promise that Izzy and I are only pursuing noble...pursuits. We've even got… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Looking back, none of this would have happened if I’d brought lip gloss the night of the Homecoming Dance.” — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Izzy was sitting cross-legged on the couch, a paper-back book in her hands. She didn’t look up when we came in, and I wondered… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I knew." "What?" "I knew what you were then, Sophie. Your dad told me before the betrothal. And you told me about your grandmother,… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Welcome to The Twilight Zone!” The “Holy-crap-that’s-a-lot-of-pink” Zone would have been a more accurate description.” — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“There was an intruder on a forbidden part of the island, and the security system was compromised." Another image of Archer's sword slicing through… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Do you remember the section on controlling demons in Demonologies ? I believe it's in chapter five." "Um...no." Irritation flashed over his face. "Honestly,… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Both of us widened our eyes and said, "Woah." Then I immediately blushed. Oh my God, had I just looked at Archer and said,… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Ah, Grace and Aislinn arguing. It’s like old times again,” a male voice said, sounding vaguely muffled. “Could someone take this blasted thing off… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
