“...the air has that bracing autumnal bite so that all you want to do is bob for apples or hang a witch or something.”

“It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.”

“Ah.” Puck’s emerald eyes sparkled with glee. “And so they come crawling back for Puck’s help after all. Tsk tsk.” He shook his head and took another bite of the apple. “How easy it is to forget grudges when someone has something you need.”

“The temptation to take the next step hung in the air around them...it was the apple: take one bite, and there was no going back.”

“How do we do this? Do I have to bite you?" I ask, squirming uncomfortably at the thought of doing so."Why, do you want to? If so, by all means go right ahead. I doubt I'd mind much," he laughs. "No, no biting. You watch too many movies.”

“Wicked little tongue the witch has, how I would like to bite it out of her mouth" Blood Magic Book 1 of The Draven Witch Series”