“Are you carrying gold?" I asked sweetly. He frowned. "No? Silver? Lead? Copper?" I made big, innocent eyes at him. "A girl out in the brush doesn't need credit chits, Mr. House Gray. What do you have in your pockets… — 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
