She laughs, her eyes bright. “What am I, chopped liver?” Liver? Of course she is liver. The organ meats are the tenderest and most prized, quickly snatched up after a hunt. “Yes, of course you are.” Her face falls. “Oh.
You are allowed to be sad. Just do not let it take all the happiness too. Life is meant to be enjoyed.
Eyethnkthyr dewinnit,” whispers a voice on the other side of the room. “Dunlook,” says another. “Gohbcktewsleep.” “Eyebeteez gotta monstrdick!
Know that even if I am a hunter who can be foolish at times, I would cherish everything you would give me.” I put my hand over hers. “And if I say or act a certain way, it is because I am addicted to your laughter.
Look, friend, I’m going to let you in on a secret. Humans aren’t worth the hassle. Sure, they’re cute, and they’re nice to pet, but they’re a lot of maintenance. They’re clingy, too. At first you think it’s all fun and games and then they start asking where you’re going, and who you were out with all night, and then they want to know why there’s blood on your collar.
The female’s smile grows broader but does not reach her eyes, and I bite back a laugh as I realize what her strange tone of voice is. She thinks they are idiots. She is humoring them. Mocking them quietly by giving them the words and actions they wish to hear, even if it is not what she believes.
You can only be strong for so long before you crumple on the inside.
Sometimes you need to be in your own head to process things.
This is not normal.
Let the world bring what it does. I will take it all on.
Kef me, you’re beautiful,” Jerrok whispers, cupping my face in his hands. He gazes down at me with wonder, like he’s never seen anything like me in his life.
Up until yesterday, I, Georgie Carruthers, never believed in aliens.
I don’t know that someone as unexciting as Faith Gordon is destined to be the lover of a force of nature. I mean, my last boyfriend left me for an accountant. If that doesn’t tell you everything about my life, nothing will.
I can always peck someone to death like the worlds angriest blonde chicken.
There is a real rapey vibe to this place. Goody.
I feel like there’s an alien bingo card somewhere that just got checked off. Horns? Check. Tail? Check. Crazy-ass cock? Check, check, check.
Now, when I imagine happiness, I imagine her face. It doesn’t matter that she is different – she is mine and I am hers.
I love you,” I tell her plainly. “I will say it like a human and say I love you. I will say it like a mesakkah male and tell you that you have my heart. Either way, know that nothing has changed and I want you now as much as I ever have.
You are mine. If T’ia was being attacked by sky-claw and you had a splinter in your finger, I would let them chew freely upon her because your hand comes first.
There is safety in the tribe, and companionship, but it is not slavery. You are free to come and go as you please. We hope that you will come back, but if you do not, we will understand.
The pain of loss is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’ve always been a lucky one, born into a large, loving family. We were spared when the khui sickness hit the caves hard many years ago. I’ve never lost someone I loved so intensely as I loved Kira.