“I was thinking we could get a picture of you holding a pitchfork or something. Maybe a big wooden cross? Sound good?"(Brian) She stared at him. He lifted his hands and leaned back in his seat, as if he was afraid she might start spitting on him. "Hey, only joking." "Very funny." "Oh, I do love jokes." Greyson Dante stood by her side. "Hello, Mr. Dante. I'm afraid this is a private conversation, so you will, of course, be going now." His grin widened. Was there no way to insult the man?” BrianPersonal DemonsMeganGreysonStacia Kane Book:Personal Demons Source: Personal Demons
“It was her problem, and she'd deal with it. Because dealing with personal problems was so fucking high on her list of skills.” ChessDownside GhostsSacrificial MagicStacia Kane Book:Sacrificial Magic Source: Sacrificial Magic
“Seeing him was like being hit in the chest. Like something exploding inside her, a quick ravenous fire that made her shiver. So bright and hot it still amazed her that no one else seemed to notice it, that every eye in the place didn't turn to her while she went incandescent.” Downside GhostsSacrificial MagicStacia Kane Author:Stacia Kane