A Cast-Off Coven Quotes

“You're going to the ball?" Luc asked. "Need an escort?"
"I appreciate the offer, but I hear it's all the rage to go stag."
He raised his eyebrows.
"Besides, I think your brother might take it amiss."
"I thought you two were... taking a break?"
"I'd like to wait and see. He's only gone for a couple of weeks."
"I'll take you," Aidan interrupted again. "I was planning on going, myself."
"Dude, I'll take you," echoed Conrad from his seat at the counter.
"Thanks guys." I had to smile. This for a witch who was quite literally banned from any and all high school dances. "But, really, I sort of like the idea of going solo."
Just then we all looked around as the bell on the front door tinkled again, this time announcing the arrival of Inspector Carlos Romero.
"Blessed goddess!" Bronwyn exclaimed, throwing up her hands. "Don't tell me you're here to ask Lily out as well? I'm beginning to feel like a dueña."
"No," Carlos said, looking puzzled.”
― Juliet Blackwell, A Cast-Off Coven

“Living takes courage. So does dying.”
― Juliet Blackwell, A Cast-Off Coven

“He trailed off as his watery blue gaze fell on Sailor. "And who's this strapping fellow?"
"My... fiancé." I put my arm through Sailor's.
He looked down at me, aghast at the suggestion of intimacy.
"Well, that's some woman you've got there, young man," Lou said with an ingratiating smile.
"Oh yea," Sailor said, yanking me closer to him, his hand digging into my side. "She's a pistol.”
― Juliet Blackwell, A Cast-Off Coven

“Who's no longer an infant," Luc said. "Lily and I are ... 'friends' ... as well. As a matter of fact, she and I were trying on corsets together, just last night."
I rolled my eyes.
"You were doing what?" Max demanded.
"It's an ancient bonding ritual," I said, annoyed with both men. What were they, thirteen years old? "Invoked to ward off childish displays of sibling rivalry. Obviously it didn't work."
Bronwyn laughed, and Luc smiled a crooked smile.”
― Juliet Blackwell, A Cast-Off Coven

“Oh. Too bad. Well, all's quiet so far. There was a heckuva lot goin' on last night, though. Think it might be one o' them poultry heists."
"Poultry heist? Someone's stealing chickens?" I asked.
Maya nudged me. "He means poltergeists.”
― Juliet Blackwell, A Cast-Off Coven