The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users. Devon Monk More Quotes by Devon Monk More Quotes From Devon Monk He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang. Devon Monk undeadboomerang 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 of your clothes? I’m an expert in platonic undressings.” He gave me that wicked smile. “Give it a rest. I’m not going to strip naked in front of you, and I’d rather pee in private.” “Half the injuries in a home happen in the bathroom. What kind of friend would I be to let you face that kind of danger alone? I mean, sure, you walked out of death, but this is a shower.” “Shame. Get out of my bathroom. Devon Monk clotheshomemean I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon. Devon Monk bigsbunchsleep I resisted the urge to pour mouthwash in my brain. Devon Monk urgesbrain Rock, meet stubborn place. Devon Monk stubbornrocks I don’t know how to explain it.” “Try words. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to interpretive dance. Devon Monk know-howtryingmoving Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave. Devon Monk diggingsixfeet Night Owls is a fast, fun read that kept me turning the pages. Lauren M. Roy delivers a plot that zips, dialogue that zings, and a cast of characters you'll cheer for to the very end. Thumbs up! Devon Monk cheerfuncharacter Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already. Devon Monk narcissismtworooms Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who’s a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney’s a ferocious gargoyle. Devon Monk heyrockshouse A corner of his mouth quirked up. “I play pool. Shoot hoops sometimes too. Any other sport you’re curious about?” “Hockey? Polo?” “Simultaneously. Trick is to keep the horses on their skates. Devon Monk hockeyhorsesports ... he trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what I needed: Stone, the Toilet Whisperer. Devon Monk toiletsstonesconversation Shamus ordered half a cup of house brew. Then he proceeded to fill the cup up the rest of the way with milk and sugar. Lots of sugar. “Sure you got enough milk in your sugar?” I asked as we strolled out of the shop and headed south. He flipped me off. “You drink your coffee your way, and I’ll drink my coffee the right way. Devon Monk coffeehalfhouse Maybe in the morning, sunlight would to turn him back into a statue; then I could take Stone out to the forest where he could frolic among the ferns, gurgle at streams, and make friends with the other interesting rocks. Devon Monk rocksmorninginteresting ... he was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married. Picnic, meet rain. Devon Monk sunsetstrongrain Since I didn't have a spork handy, I leaned over the sink and scooped up a palmful of cold water and pressed it against my face. There had to be a better option than a violent sporking. There had to be a way to get rid of my dad. Devon Monk dadwaterway …I noticed you don’t have any self-defense training…” “…I can handle myself just fine.” She stared at me for a long, uncomfortable moment. Finally, “In the very short time I’ve known you, you have been chased, shot, robbed, stabbed, drugged, and attacked by magic.” “I’m still breathing, aren’t I? Devon Monk breathingselflong Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town. Devon Monk lunchlongway Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain. Devon Monk knivespaingun Trace of Magic caught me up fast and pulled me in tight for a fun, action-and-sass adventure full of deadly magic and dangerous romance. Diana Pharaoh Francis delivers a downright terrific read. Devon Monk romancefunadventure
