"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)