His shrill cries flood the forest like light engulfing a silhouette.

And to think of all the colors in the world, blood chose to be red.

Hmm, I officially amend my previous statement. Clearly one of them is that stupid.

Mercy is for the weak… let me show you how much of an Unseelie I still am.

In my mind, I said the best things to Elton. I wrote countless excellent notes that I never sent. I came up with clever and highly detailed imaginary situations in which we were thrown together and it somehow made him realize that life without me was a hollow shell. But he didn't look like a hollow shell. He looked like he was back on the soccer team, all calf muscles and lean body.

You're...a demon hunter?'
'It's not as exciting as it sounds,' he said. 'There is a surprising amount of paperwork involved.