“Go on, just come out with it, whatever it is.” She braced herself against the counter. Peter glanced down at the tile floor, and then back up at her, and sighed. “Fine. Here it is. Do you think Witches could… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“The taxi driver dropped them off back at the Wabasha Street Caves and drove off clutching a huge tip and muttering under his breath… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“I want to know who killed my father,” Peter growled, shrugging off her fingers and pushing himself away from the wall to stand up… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“Does this dress make me fat?” “Of course it does. Don’t you own a mirror?” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“I had lost my connection with the universal energy and gained in its place precognition, visions, and a healing gift I could not control.” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“A witch, a Rider, a dragon, and a god walk into a monastery… There’s got to be a good joke in there somewhere.” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“Life has a way of changing the path you are on when you least expect it.” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve got plans for next Thursday. And I’m not in the mood to have them ruined by some… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“Only one kiss. That was what he had intended. But Ciera’s lips were sweet like the juice of a pomegranate, and her skin under… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“My name is Koshka, and this Human person is Jazz. She is the protégé of the Baba Yaga Bella, and I am Bella’s Chudo-Yudo.”… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
“She narrowed her eyes at Ciera. “You know, for a smart lady, you’re kinda dumb about some real-life stuff, aren’t you?” — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
