That’s why males defend, Lady Surreal. Because you females are deadlier when you’re roused – and you’re merciless when you’re riding the killing edge.
Life journeys. On the way, you are influenced by others, helped by others, harmed by others. Some things happen because you have earned them. And some things happen because cruelty flickers through the dark currents and rises up without warning; causing harm, causing pain, causing tragedies that can devastate one person or and entire village.
Being human doesn’t entitle us to grab what doesn’t belong to us.
He might know things Meg wanted to learn, but he would never be as thorough about cleaning the salt and butter off her hands after movie night.
She would have told her to respect her limitations as well as her abilities.
They’re never human, Lieutenant. They just mimic us to get what they want.
They’ll come back or they won’t, Simon thought as he read the back copy on a couple of books and set them aside for himself.
I refused to be less than what I am, and I made them deal with me on my own terms.
Why did humans give their offspring fake versions of predators that would happily eat those offspring? Those.
Meg carried a purse when she went to the office or the Market Square, but it was small and didn’t hold anything of particular interest. He knew that because he’d looked.
Do you want to know what ‘special’ really means, my darling? It means more training, more work, more study, more discipline, more rules.
Simon didn’t want to poke his nose into a “girl thing.” Potentially dangerous territory, that.
Ruthie will help you write it.” There. Problem solved. Ruthie was a teacher. She wrote sentences all the time. “Have.
It was equally clear, at least to her, that no one on the right side of sanity messed with Douglas Burke.
He picked up a pen and moved a couple of papers on the desk. He’d seen a human in a movie do that as a way to end a meeting. Apparenty the females hadn’t seen that movie.
Within minutes of being offered congratulations and best wishes, she acquired a Crowgard pen pal and was told by the coffee shop’s manager that a ride was waiting for her in the access way.
That one has more brass than an orchestra and more nerve than a sore tooth. So I sincerely doubt I make her nervous.
She was staring at Rusty – or the remains of something in Rusty’s crate. Then she narrowed her eyes at Virgil. “Who gave Rusty one of the treats?” “Cowboy Bob,” he replied blandly. She looked at the toy leaning against the side of her desk, then turned back to Virgil, baring her teeth. “Cowboy Bob? Really? Is that what we’re doing now? Blaming the stuffie?” She looked bigger than she had a minute ago, but he met her eyes and said, “Yeah.
The moon waxes and wanes. The tides ebb and flow. The seasons turn, each in their own time. Ever changing, never changing. Of course you’ll change. The dance of life spirals, remember? Even when you return to a point, you’re not in the same place. The dance would have changed you, whether you’d come here or stayed home.
We are drawn to the Light... others are drawn to the darkness that lives within the human heart... there will always be such hearts. There will always be that choice. If that wasn’t true, then a heart that walks in the Light has made no choice at all.