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“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.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“Um...Mercer? Haven't seen you in nearly a month. I was expecting something like, 'Oh Cross, love of my heart, fire of my loins, how I've longed--”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“No. Don't distract me with your sexy talk.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“So hologram means--" I finally said.
"It means non-corporeal, yeah. Which sucks seeing as how there are a lot of very corporeal things I'd like to do with you right now.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“Right. So no plans at all then?"
Jenna frowned. "Other than rocking in the fetal position for a while?"
"Yeah, I was thinking about taking one of those showers where you huddle in the corner fully clothed and cry," Archer offered.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“You know, I can see more than just the future or the past."
"Really?" I asked, paging through through the papers in the file. "Can you also see the present? Because I can do that, too. Like, right now, I sense that I'm in a messy room with a total toolbox.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“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--”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“He probably would've raised an eyebrow in that annoying/hot way he had, and made a dirty joke about Elodie possessing me.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“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.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“Okay, fine. But just so you know, following me into hell means you're all definitely the sidekicks.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“And then, from behind me: "I thought about you. Every day."
I froze, my hand still holding the canvas flap.
Cal's voice was slightly hoarse as he continued. "Three weeks is a long time to wonder where someone is. All that time, I thought maybe I'd done the wrong thing, telling you to find the Brannicks.
I turned around then. I wanted to make a joke, or say something sarcastic, anything that would cut the tension enveloping us. Instead, I said, "I thought about you, too.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“Being trapped thus is incredibly frustrating for me, and
occasionally I take it out on others. Again, I apologize. Now,
if you’d like, I can help you with what you’re seeking.�
Knowing I’d probably regret it, I crossed the room and
yanked the canvas off the mirror. As before, he was sitting
on the table, smirking at me.
“Jackass, jackass on the wall, where’s the info on Hex
Hall?”
― Rachel Hawkins

“Sometimes a family was a mischievous magical boss, her magical rival turned friend, a magical girl who used to be a babysitter and now was like an older sister, and the person you didn't understand in the beginning but liked so much now. And sometimes it was arguments and sometimes it was hugs and sometimes it was banding together to fight a morally corrupt government body and sometimes it was just existing in the same space together as friends.
But whatever this family was right now, whatever it was going to be, and however it would turn out, it was mine.
And I knew that I belonged.”
― F.T. Lukens, Spell Bound

“Glowing.

The moon through a doorway.
Breath hard in my throat.

Heart full to burst.
The moon through a doorway.

And its light�

Hope.”
― Edith Pattou, East