He sees the color blue,” the etherealist said. “But his color blue. Not yours.
I hadn’t realized, until I actually heard his voice, how much I’d missed the demented little perv.
Heroines in dramas, Bridget felt, really ought to have more sense.
I react badly to fear. I don’t usually have the good sense to run, or hide – I just try to smash whatever it is that is making me afraid. It’s a primitive sort of thing, and one I don’t question too much.
It only means what you decide it means.
The best magic comes from the inside.
Now that I’ve got this to keep me safe off the island,” I said very quietly, “what’s to stop me from having Alfred drop you into a cell right this second, and solving my problems myself?” “I am,” Mab said. She gave me a very small, very chill smile, and held up her finger. There was a tiny droplet of my blood upon it, scarlet against her pale skin.
You know how to use magic?” I asked. “I prefer calculus.
I was a man seeking power. For good reasons, maybe. But I wasn’t going to lie to myself or anyone else about my actions. If I killed him, I would be taking a life, something that was not mine to take. I would be committing deliberate, calculated murder.
There’s a big yellow exclamation point floating over his head.” After a brief pause, I added, “I’m not crazy. My mother had me tested.
That’s the difficult part of being mortal. Of having choice. Much is hidden from you.
She had never gotten it through her gentle head that there was a time for a soft paw and a time for red claws.
Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure. I.
You don’t gain knowledge without a little pain.
Loopy as a crochet convention.
Speak, then, manling,” said Mother Winter. “You have a little time left.
I thought about my father. I usually do, when I get that low. He was a good man, a generous man, a hopeless loser.
And besides, she was curious. She had questions. And answering questions was very nearly always more important than caution.
Uh,” I said, feeling somewhat off balance. “What do I think of gay guys?” “Yes.” “Boink and let boink, more or less.
He clenched his hands into fists and opened them again several times, as though strangling baby ducks.