Alexandra Fraser

“I knew it!” she said, glaring at me. “You’re in league with the devil.” “Duh. I’m affianced to him. Or, well, his son. I guess that makes me ‘in league’ with him, but you can’t judge people by their in-laws. In-laws are all crazy. Everyone knows that.”
― Darynda Jones, Seventh Grave and No Body

“I’d tried to be washed of my sin once, but I ran out of Dial. Tricky business, that.”
― Darynda Jones, Seventh Grave and No Body

“You realize that by summoning me here, you signed your own death warrant.” Demons were nothing to take lightly. I’d seen what they were capable of, but I also knew they were no match against the light that shone inside me. “I do,” it said, and I fought to place the language we were speaking. I knew it was ancient. Possibly the first language ever spoken in the universe. “Unless we sign yours first.” “Is that what you think will happen here?” “Dutch,” Reyes said into my ear, “stop playing with your dinner.”
― Darynda Jones, Seventh Grave and No Body

“And just how, exactly, do you feed off the souls of humans? Is it like a vitamin-deficiency thing?”
― Darynda Jones, Seventh Grave and No Body