You Forgot My First Lesson: Don't Hesitate.

It’s Okay. Everything’s Going To Be Okay. You Can Let Go Of The Sword." "i Can’t. I Can’t Leave Him Alone. I Have To Protect Him." "you Have.

When You Say ‘old Friend,’ Are We Talking, Like...since The Ice Age?” “no. Of Course Not.” “oh.” “it’s Only Been About Four Hundred Years.” “ah. Yes. Only Four Hundred.” A Wry Expression Spread Over His Face. “being With You Is A Continual Experiment In Perspective. Among Other Things.

One Day She's Throwing A Book At Me. The Next, We're Making Out Behind The Library.

She Is Mine, And I Am Hers.

Jerome Sighed And Set Down His Fork. "are You Still Doing That, Georgie? Don't I Suffer Enough Without Having To Endure The Humiliation Of A Succubus Who Moonlights As A Christmas Elf?" "you Always Said I Should Quit The Bookstore And Find Something Else To Do," I Reminded Him. "yes, But That Was Because I Thought You'd Go On To Do Something Respectable. Like Become A Stripper Or The Mayor's Mistress.