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.

He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.

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

I resisted the urge to pour mouthwash in my brain.

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

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!

Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.

Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.

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

Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.

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

Oh yeah? How about M'Lin the cursed?

An author is like an incompetent bricklayer - doesn't use mortar and keeps rearranging the bricks until someone tells him to stop.

A sad man, is man with the lights turned off.

I believe in the relatedness of all forms of life from the simplest to the most complex. We humans share the same family tree as all life on earth, back to the first stirrings in the primal ocean.

Putin looks at her and he laughs. OK? He laughs. Putin. Putin looks at Hillary Clinton and he smiles.

In the army you feel violated - there's no private space. Writing was a life-saver, a way of recovering private territory.

Good-bye is always hello to something else. Good-bye/hello, good-bye/hello, like the sound of a rocking chair.

You gave me your curse, holy Fathers. I give you a blessing: May you be as moral and religious as I am.

But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.