“I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.”

“Beside me, Molly rolled her shoulders in a few jerky motions and pushed at her hair in fitful little gestures. She tugged at her well-tattered skirts, and grimaced at her boots. “Can you see if there’s any mud on them?” I paused to consider her for a second. Then I said, “You have two tattoos showing right now, and you probably used a fake ID to get them. Your piercings would set off any metal detector worth the name, and you’re featuring them in parts of your anatomy your parents wish you didn’t yet realize you had. You’re dressed like Frankenhooker, and your hair has been dyed colors I previously thought existed only in cotton candy.” I turned to face the door again. “I wouldn’t waste time worrying about a little mud on the boots.”

“You’re such a cynic,” Molly said.”I think cynics are playful and cute.”

“Hell’s bells, irony blows.”

“In the action business, when you don’t want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it ‘taking cover.’ It’s more heroic.”

“If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.”

“Murphy hung up and I said, to the still-open line, “Hey, if you’ve got someone watching my place, could you call the cops if anyone tries to steal my Star Wars poster? It’s an original.”Then I vindictively hung up on the FBI. It made my inner child happy.”

“You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!”

“How long have you been a Wiccan?”A what?”A pagan. A witch.”I’m not a witch,’ I said, glancing out the door. ‘I’m a wizard.’Sanya frowned. ‘What is the difference?”Wizard has a Z’He looked at me blankly.’No one appreciates me.’ I muttered.”

“You can have everything in the world, but if you don’t have love, none of it means crap,” he said promptly. “Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.” And the greatest of these is love,” I finished. “That’s from the Bible.” First Corinthians, chapter thirteen,” Thomas confirmed. “I paraphrased. Father makes all of us memorize that passage. Like when parents put those green yucky-face stickers on the poisonous cleaning products under the kitchen sink.”

“It came charging toward me, several hundred pounds of angry-looking monster, and I did the only thing any reasonable wizard could have done.I turned around and ran like hell.”

“I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.”

“Hell’s holy stars and freaking stones shit bells.”

“I don’t know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.”

“She frowned at me. “You need some rest. You look like hell. And you’re obviously tired enough to have gotten the giggles.”Wizards don’t giggle,” I said, hardly able to speak. “This is cackling.”