"Watch this," Jenks whispered. My eyebrows
rose as the pixy flitted from my earring. The autumn sun coming in was suddenly full of sparkles as he surreptitiously sifted a glowing dust over the detective. I'd bet my best pair of lace panties it wasn't the usual pixy dust. Glenn had been pixed. I hid a
smile. In about twenty minutes Glenn would be itching so bad he wouldn't be able to sit still. ~ Kim
Harrison (The Good the Bad and the Undead)