What Are You?" I Rasped. It Smiled.

You Need A New Hobby, Rachel. Something Other Than Nasty Little Men With Visions Of World Domination.

...treat People With Understanding When You Can, And Fake It When You Can't Until You Do Understand.

A Witch, A Vampire, And A Pixy Walk Into A Bar, I Thought As I Led The Way Into The Squirrel’s End. It Was Early, And The Sun Had Yet To Set When The Door Swung Shut Behind Jenks, Sealing Us In The Warm Air Smelling Faintly Of Smoke. Immediately Nick Yanked It Open To Come In Behind Us. And There’s The Punch Line.

Lately I’d Begun Carrying Pain Amulets In My Bag, Like Some People Have Breath Mints.

Anything Worth Having Is Going To Be Hard