I love it when you talk dirty physics.
Shane groaned. “Yo, Drama Princess, want to tone it down a little? Somewhere, Sandra Bernhardt wants her tantrum back.
Patrick walked in dressed in an utterly unmentionable bathrobe. I was pretty sure that Disney wouldn’t have approved of what their cartoon characters were doing on that dark blue satin background. On the other hand, I was really glad he had on the bathrobe.
Hello again, I said to death. I was resigned, if not ready.
Could you maybe not admire the evil enemy quite as much, and focus on how we’re going to get out of this?
Clumsiness would be just as deadly an opponent.
Can we agree to a decent working rapport, here? Because I really don’t have time for this, and I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh –.
Because I’m a girl, Claire thought. She was barely able to contain the relief welling up inside her. Because we’re all stupid and insecure and think that we’re never, ever good enough.
Shred all that, then take the pieces to the incinerator at the end of the hall for burning. I like to be thorough.
The service passed in a blur of words she wasn’t sure she got right, and then the cool touch of the ring sliding onto her fingers, and then the warm pressure of Shane’s lips on hers.
She hardly felt the steps down the aisle, though she did feel the weight of all eyes on her as she walked. It was over in what seemed far too little time, and then her dad handed her off to Shane, and her heart almost stopped as his eyes met hers.
That, Claire thought, was a pretty good definition of love: needing someone even after you got what you thought you wanted.
Hell”, Shane spit in disgust. “I can’t hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her” He tossed her the bat.
Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane.
Me and normal have never really been on speaking terms.
People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she’s always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.
God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.
Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to survive.
It’s not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.
I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfortunate.