“Great. We can pick out our colors." "What?" "For the wedding. I'm thinking melon and mint. Supposed to be really hot next spring." Cal laughed out loud, the first time I'd ever heard him do that. "It's a plan. See… — 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
