"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)
