“What are you talking about?’ Cora said. Veda had a sudden image of her standing over a small child with her hands on her hips and a scowl.”

“[Veda:] 'Sure. Let me put these [books] back and we can go.'Cora looked at the number of volumes on the table and sat back. ‘I should have brought my iPod,’ she said, folding her arms.”

“[Cora:]‘Michael—that guy from the restaurant the other night—he works over there. He runs the prehistoric department.’‘I’m surprised,’ Veda said. ‘At what?’‘That you’re dating someone who reads.”

“[Veda:] Twenty years of thinking that vampires and witches and all things supernatural were nothing but a bedtime story: a myth, thought up by ignorant people and told to children to keep them from straying after dark. Now, when it was right in front of her, it still felt like a fairy tale.”

“[Cora:] Did you hit your head on a library book?”

“[Veda:] 'The media presence and inability of people to keep anything to themselves anymore is working for *us*. He can’t cover his tracks as well as he used to.' 'No, I guess he can’t,' Dax said. 'Maybe we can do something with that.' 'Like what? Tell people to tweet us if they see a demon?' Ted said.”

“[Karen:] You need to watch more TV.[Rylie:] My dear mother would roll over in her grave. [Karen:] Your mother lives in Palm Beach.[Rylie:] Potato, potahto.”