“As for Demonologies: A History, I was beginning to think it would have been better employed as a doorstop.”

“I felt like there should have been rainbows and rose petals in their wake or something.Ugh.That was catty.Jenna deserved rainbows and rose petals, I reminded myself as I flopped back on my bed, Dad's book bumping painfully against my sternum. After everything she'd been through, Jenna had earned an eternity of nothing but good stuff. So why did seeing her with Vix make me want to brain myself with Demonologies: A History? I looked at the nightstand again and sighed. Then I opened the heavy book and tried to make myself read.For the next few hours I made a valiant attempt to get through Chapter One.For a book that was supposedly about fallen angels running around and creating havoc with their super-awesome dark "magycks," it was awfully boring, and all the weird spellings definitely didn't help.”

“None of this makes any sense.""I'm beginning to think I should make that the title of my autobiography.”

“Do you remember the section on controlling demons in Demonologies? I believe it's in chapter five.""Um...no."Irritation flashed over his face. "Honestly, Sophie, I gave you that book for a reason.""And I'm really sorry, but it's long and boring,and can we just skip to the part where you tell me what it says?”

“The "Holy-crap-that's-a-lot-of-pink" zone would have been a more accurate description.”

“I'd spent the past six months trying not to think about all that had happened last fall. To have it all read out to me in Dad's emotionless voice...well,let's just say I was beginning to wish I'd stayed in the pond.”

“I wish I could say that I suddenly discovered my inner warrior princess and expertly leaped at Archer, weapon hoisted high, teeth bared.That would have been cool.Instead I raised the stake to about shoulder height and took two, maybe three shuffling steps forward.”