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To be fair to her—not that I’m usually inclined to be fair to her—she probably didn’t say it exactly like that. And she wasn’t the one who summoned the giant dimension-hopping snake during a live broadcast. My family sometimes charges into danger without thinking about it, but we’re pretty good about not endangering civilians, or blowing our cover. Given a choice between blowing her cover and letting a lot of civilians die, Verity had taken the only real option she had available. It was the one I would have taken, too, if I’d been in her place.
My family, my modern, American, non-Covenant family, looks a lot like a Covenant family called the Carews: short and blond and spunky and dangerous. Apparently, Carew genes are dominant,
McGuire doesn't understand what it means for genes to be "dominant".
It takes all kinds to make a properly annoying world.)
I was the first member of our family to be without a piece of our institutional memory since Elizabeth Matheson had discovered a colony of Aeslin mice worshipping a chicken in her yard.
There are people who say you never really escape from high school, you just keep finding it in different forms, over and over again, until it finally kills you. Those people are assholes, and should not be allowed in polite company. That doesn’t mean they’re wrong.
Magic is real. Call it physics we don’t quite understand or really complicated math or an annoying way to cheat the rules—those descriptions come from Grandpa Thomas’ notes, my cousin Sarah, and me, by the way—but
Sarah's description of magic is not far from the way magic works in Charles Stross's Laundry Files books.
“Mel . . . you’re not going to go all Nancy Drew and try to figure out what happened to him, are you? We have our own security. Lowryland is not the place to play out your high school dreams of cracking the case.” “Since I’m under the age of sixty, I’d actually be going all Veronica Mars, and
“Believe me, I want to be here even less than you do. Now, are we going to fight like civilized people, or am I going to stand here and taunt you?” –Jane Harrington-Price
“People keep asking me not to be mad.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It’s starting to piss me off.”
If you run away from me again, I’m tracking you down and looking at you sadly until you agree to stop.”
Sam threatens Antimony.
If I ever had kids, they were all going to have dresses, and swords, and tiny siege engines, if that was what it took to make them happy.)
“One of these days, something is going to go right. But probably not today.” –Jane Harrington-Price
“Before I can go into that, you need to understand a little more about how luck works,” said Cylia.
“Are you cool with dead people?” Cylia blinked. “There are about a hundred different ways I can interpret that question, and none of them actually make any sense,” she said. “What do you mean, exactly?” “Annie has dead aunts,” said Sam. “Somehow, not helping,” said Cylia.
