She doesn't like negative pieces, but she also doesn't control their campaigns.

That would cost precious seconds because those calls would then be routed to Dane County because we are the only ones that have a dispatch center that can dispatch fire and ambulance service throughout the county.

The cell phone towers and the boundaries of the cities are not exact.

What about the whiskey?" Jack said as they ran. "Won't it keep them out?"
The Green Maidens don't drink anything but blood." Bob's disembodied voice floated after them. "The whiskey magick won't affect them."
Wonderful," the old actor muttered, a tremor of fear in his voice. "I should've poured a Bloody Mary.

What did the Faerie that attacked you look like?"
"Super creepy. Ripped jeans, weird tattoos, bad hair. And, come to think of it, really nice boots..."
"Where?"
"On his feet."
Sonny winced and rubbed his temples. "Where were you attacked, Kelley?"
"Okay, see...that was a joke.

Opera is credible drama now, and it costs less than going to a football match. What have you got to lose?