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.
Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.
He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.
I resisted the urge to pour mouthwash in my brain.
I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.
Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.
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.
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.