The cute was powerful with this one.
Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who’s a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney’s a ferocious gargoyle.
Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.
I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.
For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.
Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.
Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.
Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.
Since I didn’t have a spork handy, I leaned over the sink and scooped up a palmful of cold water and pressed it against my face. There had to be a better option than a violent sporking. There had to be a way to get rid of my dad.
Maybe in the morning, sunlight would to turn him back into a statue; then I could take Stone out to the forest where he could frolic among the ferns, gurgle at streams, and make friends with the other interesting rocks.
Night Owls is a fast, fun read that kept me turning the pages. Lauren M. Roy delivers a plot that zips, dialogue that zings, and a cast of characters you’ll cheer for to the very end. Thumbs up!
Rock, meet stubborn place.
Trace of Magic caught me up fast and pulled me in tight for a fun, action-and-sass adventure full of deadly magic and dangerous romance. Diana Pharaoh Francis delivers a downright terrific read.
Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.
The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.
Don’t know about my knives, but my gun’s made of pain.
I doubt she likes the idea of seeing him put back in a cage.” “Maybe not,” he said. “But she knows that the Authority are the only people who might be able to help him.” “Or kill him,” I said. “That too. What is life without risk?” “Long?” Terric laughed, a sort of high whooping that made me – and Zayvion, much to my surprise – smile. Contagious. For all he had a serious exterior, Terric was the guy you’d want to sit next to at a funny movie, just to hear him laugh.
Hope is born from ashes and love yeilds to no other power. Return to your heart.” A.
He was like tides, rolling in and out with an endless calm, with grace, with beauty.
Abraham,” I said. “Please.” He lifted his torturous lips from my neck and gazed down at me, hazel eyes holding an animal intensity. “Yes?” he whispered. “Kiss me,” I whispered. “Just for the me that I am. Just for this now.” That slash of a smile pulled at his lips: rakish delight. “For this you. Forever.