“Horseshit,” Shame said cheerfully. “He can dispossess you and die. Pretty easy, really. Most people die the right way the first time.… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“And you thought that rock was just ugly,” Shame said. “It’s ugly and powerful.” “No wonder you like it so much. Birds… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Looks like it’s game time,” Shame said. “Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don’t you think?” — 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
“She had that motherly no-bullshit way of using her hands as a second communication device and I always fell for it.” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
I glanced up at Zay, then walked over to stand next to him. "You look good with a baby in your arms," he murmured.… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
