Hey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila, maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.
Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard.
Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It’s a lack of resources.
The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.
Jenks made a move to follow, probably forgetting he didn’t have wings anymore. He leaned forward and fell to the floor, face first. “Jenks!” I shouted when he hit with a dull smack and started swearing.
Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.
My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat,” I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.
Together we made our way from the service entrances in back to the front, Jenks shedding clothes and handing them to me to stuff in my bag every few yards. It was terribly distracting, but I managed to avoid running into the Dumpsters and recycling bins.
Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.
He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for.
Nothing is so hard that it can’t be found by searching.
But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.
Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!
I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.
Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.
You bet your Grannie’s Panties I will.
His attitude, though always bad, has changed since he helped me prep the Pandora charm for Morgan. He thinks I’m falling for her, as ridiculous as that sounds, and he might be tempted to take matters into his hands.
It is not always what we do, Sa’han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen.
Oh, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?
The cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.