“What happened to you?" she asked."Ben was feeling artistic. Wanted to rearrange my face.”

“What part of Vivis servimus non mortuis do you not understand?” she asked. “All of it?”

“Why? What happened to her? Did you get her pregnant? Shove her down a flight of stairs? Help her evil twin abduct her and take her to Mexico for some face altering plastic surgery?”

“Not five minutes after Alona had vanished through the far wall of my bedroom, my mom had poked her head in my room to say good night, and let’s face it, probably check up on me. Her face was glowing with happiness. She must have had a good time Sam at the movies. Where I was absolutely sure they did nothing but actually watch the movie, and refused to believe any evidence to the contrary. It was too...weird.”

“ Yeah. Having a corporeal form was way less of a party when you had to think of other people’s feelings. Ha. Welcome to my world.”

“At least Madame Selena had her own building…about sixteen inches from the edge of the highway, but still. And she had a turban. Say what you will, but it certainly added an air of mystery to her, like what, exactly, she was hiding under it.”

“What are you doing, meditating?""No, I'm trying to calm down so I don't kick your ass," she said through clenched teeth.”