Canadian hikers would be too polite to end up as bodies. Thus the bodies must not belong to random hikers.
Take happiness where you can,” he said. “It seldom lasts – ’course, neither does sorrow, right?
Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits.
He gave me that lazy smile that had always had the power to make my heart beat faster. I was dismayed to see that it still worked.
Scars do not bother me. They are the laurels of the survivor.
I find it somewhat reassuring that I’m not the only one who feels like I should be running around shouting, “Where’s the script? Where’s the script? If only I had a script I’d know what the freak I’m supposed to be doing.
I don’t wear a cross. As a child, I’d had a bad experience with one. Besides, a crucifix was the instrument of Our Lord’s death- I don’t know why people think a torture device should be a symbol of Christ. Christ was a willing sacrifice, a lamb, not a cross for us to hang ourselves on; or at least that’s my interpretation. Maybe other people think of religion and God differently than I do.
You need to understand something,” she said intently. “Charles is my husband. You can’t have him. Mine. Not yours. There are lots of nice, unattachment men out there, I’m sure. Pick one of them and you might live longer.” Then her body relaxed and her voice regained its usual cheeriness. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Newman.
Sometimes the most interesting part of the conversation with someone who can’t lie is the questions they don’t answer.
There is something about having someone take care of you, even when you don’t need it – maybe especially when you don’t need it.
There’s something really disturbing about finding out how little you really know about something you felt like you were an expert on.
Fire is a powerful thing. It cleanses as it destroys- and it brings light to darkness.
Double-zap,” said Tag. “That is not a technical term, I hope,” murmured Asil. “Only the most technically advanced people can use ‘double-zap’ correctly,” Anna told Asil sotto voce. “You and I shouldn’t try it.
Beauclaire, for his part, sank back in the soft material of the couch as if the thought that it would impede him should he have to move quickly never occurred to him. I’m not afraid of anyone here, his body posture said. Charles’s – relaxed, arms folded loosely, chin slightly tilted – said, You’re boring me; either fight and die – or back off.
I grew up in Montana, where an old, unregistered rifle was worth a lot more than a new gun whose ownership could be traced. Not that the gun owners in Montana are planning on committing crimes with their unregistered guns – they just don’t like the federal government knowing their every move.
And it was easier to have an unrequited love than to get all fussed and dressed and go out on dates every Saturday with men she was never going to fall in love with. So she’d quit dating, quit dressing up – and on the whole she was happier than she’d been before.
There was another pause, then the Marrok said in that light pleasant tone that warned everyone who knew him that all hell was about to break loose.
Wolf Versus Street Sign, Street Sign Wins.
I can only speak for myself,” I said. “But there are none that I have ever loved who I no longer love.
So what do we do next, Haunt Huntress?” “That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him. “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.