"Tanith Caroline Buchanan! Pay attention." Tannie's aunt was beyond herself, again. Would the child ever get her head out of the clouds? ...

Kathryn St. John threw the silver blade as hard as she could against the obsidian armor of the nearest daemon ...

In a world of witches, demons, angels, and other supernatural beings, Tannie just wanted to go back to being oblivious of ALL of it.

The five of us sat perfectly still at the center of a human hurricane. The flurry of activity never touched us. How could it?