SnowySilence

“He lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "That was different. That was a true hell dimension."

I gaped at him. For, like, a really long time. "I'm sorry," I said, not the least bit sorry. "Are you suggesting that my hell dimension was less hellish than yours?”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Uncle Bob was about to kill the lot of us, screaming about how unfair it was to play poker with a bunch of mutants with supernatural gifts. I felt the name-calling was a not-so-silent cry for help, but he refused to agree to therapy. Donovan offered to roofie him, so that was nice. I shook my head, though. He'd totally arrest us all. Especially me.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“I smiled and looked down a microsecond before gasping in horror. The white gown I'd materialized in was like gauze and completely see-through. I slammed the jeans to my chest and hugged them, searching for the little boy, but he'd ducked back behind the lockers.

"That poor kid is going to be scarred for life. Or, well, afterlife."

Reyes chuckled. "Yeah, I doubt that.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“That big, beautiful ball of fire I’d so often complained about as a resident of New Mexico, where sunshine was damned near a daily occurrence.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave