The Kiss Curse

Gwen had no doubt that whoever he was, his ancestors had absolutely once stared down the business end of guillotine. You don't get cheekbones like that without oppressing some peasants.

It turned out a cat’s thoughts were mostly about food and insults,

and the next thing I knew, I had, like, twelve Wikipedia tabs open, and it was dark outside.

To catch someone’s eye and know what they were thinking. To be in a room full of people and know that that person was yours. To not just enjoy someone, but enjoy the person she was with them.

Rhys lifted one shoulder. "Funny thing is, if you'd made maybe a pre-step that involved, oh, I don't know, giving me any sort of bloody heads-up that you were coming to town, all of this could have been avoided. You could've come in completely unbothered and lit a candle to Da's picture or whatever it is you do when you arrive in a new place, and I would not have had my delightful wife woken up by a phone call that seemed to involved the words 'high-handed' and 'complete asshole.'" He threw Wells a wink. "That's how I knew she was taking about you.

If we could stop loving people, life would be so much simpler,

looking like a saint, or, even worse, like Stevie Nicks, because how were you ever supposed to say no to Stevie Nicks?

and it seemed pretty certain to him that she’d somehow spent the past two days getting even lovelier.

he needed to stop standing around like a fucking numpty.

Gwyn had no doubt that whoever he was, his ancestors had absolutely once stared down the business end of a guillotine. You didn’t get cheekbones like that without oppressing some peasants.

I figured they were all too busy cursing my name or writing really bad short stories about redheads named Brynn who ruined their lives forever.

You’re totally Glinda the Good Witch, and we need you.

But the thing was, the world didn't stop when your heart broke

(...) But an ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure.

I want all of you, too.' he told her. 'The powerful witch and the woman who loves nothing better than to take the piss out of me when I deserve it. The woman who inspires loyalty in talking cats and Baby Witches and everyone she meets because her heart is the only thing more impressive than her magic. I want you, Gwyn Jones." - Wells Penhallow

think Wells is a prick ninety percent of the time, but I find I cannot toast to his failure.” He screwed up his face. “Is this what familial love feels like?

He’d loved his father. Maybe part of him always would. If we could stop loving people, life would be so much simpler, but Wells knew it didn’t work that way.

You have me,” he agreed, and it sounded like a promise. A vow. And it was.

And when her eyes briefly met his, her cheek dimpling with a Go fuck yourself smile, Wells realized he had never been attracted to any woman more in his life. Well, that was bloody inconvenient.

(...) But this was, he was quickly learning, the issue with small towns and families in said small towns-secrets didn't really exist.

Don’t seek to question my grudge-holding ways, Rhys. I’m a Taurus.

I want all of you, too,” he told her. “The powerful witch and the woman who loves nothing better than to take the piss out of me when I deserve it. The woman who inspires loyalty in talking cats and Baby Witches and everyone she meets because her heart is the only thing more impressive than her magic. I want you, Gwyn Jones.

Smoke still coiled about the candle. Parker was clutching, and Sam whispered, "I don't know what a newt is. It's a lizard, right? I really don't want to be a lizard.

-¿Y si solo quiero llamarte "mio"? -Lo seré hasta el día en que me muera.

So Glinda was telling us how you’re trying to find out about someone getting kicked out of Penhaven, and I was telling her that I dated this girl who works in the records department. Her name was Sara, and she was really nice, but she was also a Pisces, and I’m a Leo, so—” “You can skip that bit,” Gwyn told her, laying a hand on her arm, “much as it did enhance the original story.

Instead, Gwyn gestured around them and said, “Do you think we’re just picking up on bad vibes from this stuff? Because the vibes in here are definitely bad. Vibe check thoroughly failed.” “I don’t really know what that means,” Wells said slowly, “but I think I get the gist, and yes, that’s definitely possible.

He wondered if he should share with her his suspicions about Morgan, but Gwyn and Morgan were clearly old friends. She’d probably just roll her eyes at him again and tell him he was being an idiot. And it was very possible that he was, but an ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure. "Wells frowned and made a mental note never to actually say that out loud in front of her.