The first card was a beautifully rendered but terrifying representation of what Henry guessed was one of the Elders’ forms. Next was half a Wolf cookie. Last was a card that had a simple drawing of a smiley face. “That is sooooo wrong,” Merri Lee said, shuddering. “Yes, it is.” Henry picked.
And the things we girls need because no one wants to run out of those supplies in the middle of a blizzard.
Why would I care what you looked like? The flesh was the shell that housed the glory.
Don’t let them win. Fight with everything that’s in you.
Do we judge who is good and who is bad by the color and shape of their skin – or by what resonates in their hearts?
I’m not a writer,” Merri Lee protested. “I can make notes, sure, but I can’t write up something like that!” “Ruthie will help you write it.” There. Problem solved. Ruthie was a teacher. She wrote sentences all the time.
Humans were like sticky vines. If you didn’t escape at the first touch, you got more and more tangled up.
And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend.
Talking about us and them is part of what caused the trouble and got a lot of people killed in the past year.
You couldn’t help someone who didn’t want help. That was a hard, and bitter, life lesson.
What’s a stag stick?” Meg asked, taking the packages. He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb. “Oh,” Meg said. “Oh.” He spun around and ran back to the Market Square. She closed the door, looked at the packages in her hands, and said, “Eeewwww.
Six flashlights turned on, beacons that said, We’re here, come eat us!
For a moment, Meg couldn’t think, could barely breathe as a drawing of a cow with arrows pointing to the various cuts of meat popped into her head. Then she imagined a drawing of a human with the same kinds of arrows. Could there be a sign like that in the butcher shop?
But the thoughts were excellent hunters and devoured sleep.
It takes time to find the courage to display the parts of yourself that aren’t bright and shining. But you have to see them, have to know they’re inside you... shadows in the garden. They are a part of all of us.
Ms. Borden is Lizzy’s mother?
Monty blinked. “On what charge, sir?” “On the charge of being a pain in my ass,” Burke growled. “And right now, that is good enough for an overnight stay in our facility.
I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.
A lot of us have scars... the biggest difference between you and the rest of us is you haven’t learned to live with yours yet.
But naked wasn’t something done around human pups – although he wanted to ask the men why naked from the waist up was all right for them but females remained covered. That didn’t seem fair. Shifting.