Rachel Hawkins

His voice was low, and I think he would've been hot if he weren't radiating that air of "I Am Super Evil--No, Really--And Not In The Sexy Way.

Let's just say you may regret that second piece of cake.' Oh my God. Regret cake? Whatever was about to happen must be truly evil.

Mom smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. __ou can call yourself whatever youwant.___kay. Sophie Awesome Sparkle-Princess it is.

It__l make you feel better._ "By making me dead?_ I asked. __ mean, I__ sure that would make my headache go away, but that__ a heck of a side effect.

I__ not thrilled. And I totally reserve the right to angst over all this later. But honestly, Mom? Right now, I__ so happy to see you that I wouldn__ care if you__e secretly a ninja sent from the future to destroy kittens and rainbows.

Cross.__is head popped up a few shelves over. __hat?___heck out the magic crap.__e shot me a look. __h, is that what we__e supposed to be doing? Because I__e just been drawing hearts and our initials in the dirt._ Sophie + Archer

We're going to the Underworld," Izzy said. She bounced a little as she said it, her eyes bright and her tone implying that "the Underworld" was akin to "Candy Land.

face touchage" "lame-sauce" "Sulky McSulkerton

The spell...curled around...like smoke before settling in.Sophie: "Okay, do you guys feel protected?"Archer: "Yes. Also a little violated, but that's neither here nor there.

That's it. Be yourself. Be Isolde Brannick, and they will have no choice but to adore you," He reached out and took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. I was too stunned to do anything but sit there, my hand limp in his.

I'm not sure whether you're confident or delusional, but thanks anyway.

It was such a relief to be able to sob and have someone know all the reasons why.

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again.

You do love him," I said, and she swung her gaze back to me."I do." She smoothed her hand over her thighs, flattening imaginary wrinkles from the linen."Even though he's not your family."Saylor laughed, a surprisingly husky sound. "Don't you love people who aren't your family, Harper Jane?""Of course I do. But you love him for more than the whole Oracle thing. You love him because he's David.

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn't hidden. No need for that spell anymore, I guess. Still, I covered it with my palm. Archer's hands clutched reflexively on my waist. Our eyes met. "It doesn't burn this time," I whispered.His breathing was ragged. "Beg to differ, Mercer.

It's always going to get better someday. Sometime in the future, things won't be so crazy.

Whoa, I'm your girlfriend now?" Archer shrugged. "We've tried to kill each other, fought ghouls, and kissed a lot. I'm pretty sure we're married in some cultures.

The hand on my hair moved to my back, and I realized someone was singing softly. The voice was familiar, and something about it made my chest ache. Well, that was to be expected. Angels' songs would be awfully poignant. "'I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, when I met you...'" the voice crooned. I frowned. Was that really an appropriate song for the Heavenly Host to be--