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I'm okay. I've finally made a few new friends."
"I know," she sighed. "It makes me miss you more, ...

You told Detective Stotts you think a wild storm is coming." "I thought you were puking." "Not with my ears," he said.

But there was something about Nola that negated my bullshit ability.

But it is clear to me that our survival - both yours and mine - will be dictated by how well you and I can work together."
"So we're screwed?

The pink rose Zayvion had given me looked a little worse for the wear, but it wasn't dead yet. Tough flowers, roses.

My feet hurt, my back hurt, and I really needed to pee. Yeah, I was feeling really powerful.

How does the Authority usually handle storms like this?"
"Not well.

Still, I held my right hand ready to cast a spell in case arts-and-craft hour suddenly ended and they went back to Killing 101.

He made it sound like he was teaching me the ABC's and knew there was no way I'd ever make it to Q.

The watercolor people hadn't moved, hadn't seen us, were still busy being dead and artistic. Good.

Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who's a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney's a ferocious gargoyle.

Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.

Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.

My voice rose up and up with each question, even though I didn't want it to. It's called panic. I'm good at it.

The pillow was heaven feathers in six-hundred-count cotton joy.

Hope is born from ashes and love yeilds to no other power. Return to your heart." A

I resisted the urge to pour mouthwash in my brain.

Okay, that was so far down Creepy Lane that it had intersected with Scaring the Hell Out of Me Avenue. I hated that avenue.

We didn't like each other when you were alive," I muttered to my father. "You think living in my head is going to change that?

I opened the door as quickly as I could - speedy as a snail in glue. My fine-motor coordination was set on suck mode.

Zayvion swore, and I mean he pulled out a raft of curses that made me rethink his upbringing.

Is there an option C? Take a vacation somewhere sunny, and drink a lot of rum until the world unfucks itself?

Shame scowled. "How about I just make you angry again? That coat makes you look fat."
"Even more reason to take the stairs.

Dad hit lecture mode from word one.

The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)

... Keep your magic to yourself, missy."
"Like I'd want my magic mixing with yours anyway.

He shoved at me, tried to take control, but I was nothing if not made of stubborn.

You know what you are, Mr. Vail?"
"In a hurry?" he answered.
"A coward.

Fucking hell." He sighed dramatically. "I hate you, Beckstrom."
"Hold on to that," I said. "You know, because anger will get you there.

Sunny, whose demeanor was the exact opposite of her name;

For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.

Hold up. I'm bait?

Abraham had almost kissed me.
And I'd kicked him in the crotch.
That was a promising beginning to a ten-year work relationship.

Should I take anything?" I asked, as Shamus slammed the trunk shut.
"A healthy sense of self-preservation would be good," he said.

Meditate, he'd said. Jingo Jingo was such a joker.

She had that motherly no-bullshit way of using her hands as a second communication device and I always fell for it.

Hallelujah might be putting itself on the map, but that mark would be made in blood, as well as iron.

I dressed in my bedroom, tugging on a pair of jeans, T-shirt, and heavy brown sweater that I'd picked up at a thrift store and loved down to holes.

You coming in here?" I asked.
"Afraid I'll gnaw on your stepmother?

I don't know how to explain it."
"Try words. If that doesn't work, we'll move on to interpretive dance.

Gotta say you Portland people take weird to a new level.

Right. Conversation. I might want to try some of that.

Sometimes it is good to know your limits. Good to know you still have limits. It makes you human. And I wanted to stay that way. Zayvion

He was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married.
Picnic, meet rain.

If you are to survive, you need to put your stubbornness aside and listen to me."
"Oh, I just love that idea.

Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.

What part of you is dead, my daughter?
I didn't know - my sense of humor maybe?

I felt like I should be wearing a sign that said "damaged" or "failure" or, at least, "injured." But some wounds only scar on the inside. Ryder

I think you're possessed."
"Old news."
"Huh. Anyone I know?"
"My dad. It's a family issue I'm working on.

Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.

I cupped my hands over my ears. No, no, no. Get out. Get dead.

Let's use our heads," he said, giving Shame a hard look.
Shame just grinned. "That's my favorite thing to use.

Portland's good at wet. The best.

The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.

I don't know what's happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you've gone all stabby and whatnot.

Cody?" I said. "Why are you dead?" Tact. I got it.

Aspirin? I asked. It came out sounding a lot like ass spoon, but Zayvion seemed fluent in mumbleze.

Magic was not a required course. He could have a degree in Wiffle ball for all I knew.

But it was getting pretty hard to grieve someone who wouldn't just get on with the dying.

I relaxed my grip. "Say I win."

"I win," he managed.

There was a Dad-shaped emptiness in all of our lives, and I didn't think any of us knew how to fill it yet.

Don't be an idiot," Terric said. "You were unconscious less than ten minutes ago."
"And you were a dick. One of us got better.

So, the date was on. I'd tell Zayvion I had a chaperone. Maybe he could help me figure it out.

Magic is a heartless bitch, and she's had me by the throat for years.

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.

Don't tell me there are more things like that on the streets."
"Okay," he said.

It's not a damn death wish. I just know how much my pain is worth.

Foolish heart, I thought. I don't have time for you.
But my heart, being foolish, did not listen.

I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.

Apparently loved did weird things to a girl's practical decision-making skills - Matilda

I was about to meditate like no one had ever meditated before.

I was now officially Beckstrom the storm rod. And I hated it.

I doubted vampire stuff would work on my disembodied father. He might have been a soulless bastard, but he was not an actual vampire.

That's crazy-rare."

"And now it's extinct.

Oh, I was so not a wilting flower. I'd let a man pick me up and carry me because I couldn't handle the price of using magic when I was dead. Again.

What's the matter, suddenly develop a fashion sense?

But even in the unglamorous warp of the peephole, she looked like a million sunny days to me.

Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.

He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.

Stone growled and stepped toward Dad, fangs bared. That's a good gargoyle. Take a bite out of Daddy for me.

More drinking, less flirting," he said. "Or so help me I'll throw ice at you.

Looks like it's game time," Shame said. "Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don't you think?

I tried to put my left arm around him too, but the vase of flowers in my hand tipped and peed water on my floor. Did I know how to do romance or what?

I thought you people had a manual for this kind of thing."
He laughed. "We have a manual. Magic doesn't.