“What’s that?”“I believe it is called a Vicodin.”My mouth gapes open, and I darn near tear up. “You brought me cake and drugs? If you included Casablanca, I’d have to marry you.”

“If I die, I am so coming back to haunt you.”“You can even watch me shower.”

“You're cute, but..."He steps away from me, and I can breathe again. "Cute?" he spits. "For centuries women have wanted me, desired me. Royals requested me by name, and you think I am cute?”

“He appears beside me and hands me the gun. Guess I’m getting used to the disappearing and reappearing act of his. I only had a slight urge to pee my pants.”

“Not all witches can control the elements, only a "high priestess" or as I like to think of them "uber-witches.”

“A few machines dance in the air, an orderly has to be sedated, and suddenly you’re Freddy freakin’ Krueger.”

“I like to wake up each morning feeling a new man.”