Why had my life suddenly become a Nancy Drew mystery from hell?
Rachel HawkinsStichwörter: ya favorite ya-paranormal
But before he could either comfort me or commit further acts of violence upon my person, I spun away from him and made my drama queen moment complete by running away.
Rachel HawkinsStichwörter: violence sophie running-away archer drama-queen
Cal's face swam into view. I couldn't hear him over the ringing in my ears. I'm pretty sure he mouthed for me to lie still, which seemed easy enough.
He held my hand, and while the pain didn't go away, a woozy sense of calm spread over me. So I was pretty dispassionate as I rolled my head to the side and watched Cal pull a six-inch shared of demonglass out of my shoulder. As soon as it was out, the burning faded, but I knew I'd have yet another another scar. "That present sucked," I muttered.
Stichwörter: party sophie cal demonglass
I told you, I suck at this. It's like any time I try to do a spell, it goes all big and scary and explodey...
Rachel HawkinsStichwörter: sophie spell explodey
I wondered if there were ever times when Dad didn't sound like he escaped from a Jane Austen novel.
Rachel HawkinsI decided not to wear makeup, figuring the more innocent I looked, the harder it might be for him to ground me, or shoot hellfire from his eyes, or whatever it was that angry demon dads did.
Rachel HawkinsAs I stomped across the school grounds, all I could see was Cal sitting with my dad in some manly room with leather chairs and dead animals on the wall, chomping on cigars as my dad formally signed me away to him. They probably even high-fived.
Rachel HawkinsWe could try to go together, "I said. "I think we'd both fit, and that way, if we end up transported to another dimension or morphed into a wall, at least we'd have company.
Rachel HawkinsI clutched at his shoulders, raising up on my tiptoes, and kissed him with everything I had in me. As the kiss deepened, we held each other tighter, so I didn't know if the pounding heartbeat I felt was mine or his.
Rachel HawkinsI wish we weren't like this. You know, demon, demon-hunter. I wish I'd met you in a normal high school, and taken you on normal dates, and like, carried your books or something.
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