4
" What the hell?” I muttered. Then I realized it was Jack Quinn’s car. Jack was a Hound and Bea’s boyfriend. The left blinker flashed on for just a second, and then Jack drove at speed again.
“Zayvion, I’m sorry to tell you I think I have a crush on another man.”
“Who is this unfortunate and soon-to-be-dead fool?” he asked.
“Jack. That’s his car. He must have been waiting for us, or maybe he followed us.”
“Jack Quinn has been following us?” Shame said.
“And now he’s taking us to Collins, I think.”
“Or a trap,” Shame said.
“He’s a Hound, Shame.”
“My statement stands.”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” I turned left, following the car. “Hounds are loyal. Jack and Bea told me they’d help me if they could. They’re not going to turn against me while I’m in trouble.”
“What happens when you’re not in trouble?” Shame asked.
“Don’t know. It’s never happened. "
― Devon Monk , Magic Without Mercy (Allie Beckstrom, #8)
7
" I glanced up at the trees too.
Dead. Every one of them gray and white, needles rusted, leaves shriveled at the tips of branches. All the life sucked out of them. Not just the trees. All the plants, ferns, grasses and brush were shriveled, brown, barren.
As if a month of winter had set down right here in my driveway and gone on a killing spree.
...
"Love what you've done with the landscape," Cody said. "You could open your own business, you know."
...
"The hell you talking about, Miller?" I asked Cody.
"Yard care. You're poison and weed whacker all in one. You can call it Death to All Shrubbery. "
― Devon Monk , Stone Cold (Broken Magic, #2)
8
" …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 , Magic in the Shadows (Allie Beckstrom, #3)
9
" Dad pressed against my mind. Please, Allison. Let me, just this once, hold my son.
I shouldn't. Nothing good ever came from letting my father have his way. But I could feel his love for this baby. And even if he couldn't love me, I knew that at this moment, before the baby could grow up and become a disappointment to him, he truly loved him.
I slowly stepped away from the front of my mind, letting him fill that space, letting him feel through my hands, see through my eyes.
"He's amazing," Dad said through me. "You're amazing." He looked up at Violet, and she smiled. "
― Devon Monk , Magic on the Hunt (Allie Beckstrom, #6)
