Honey, we have other things to think about, I said, forcing myself to smile, forcing myself to sound calm. One corner of my brain pictured a pink ambulance screeching to a halt outside to disgorge eme...
His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune.
Hey, our hair's the same color, I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror.Sure is, Girlfriend. Eric grinned at me. But are you blond all the way down?Don't you wish you knew?Yes, he said simply.Wel...
Hey, neighbor, exclaimed the vision. It was Carey Osland in her working getup. I could see why she preferred loafers and housedresses. She looked marvelous, almost edible, but definitely not comfortab...
He was being mighty chary with my money. Now that I was so rich, I could fling open the windows and doors and set the thermostat on forty, if I wanted to do something so foolish and wasteful.
He had thinning brown hair, broad shoulders, sharp blue eyes, and a suggestion of a gut.
He didn’t stick around in the vicinity doing mysterious shit, sending messages to the heroine by a third party. He hauled his ass into oblivion. And that was the way things should be, as far as I was...
Half of me (pathetically) wanted to let him know I'd kept the faith; half of me wanted to get in the toolshed and sharpen me some stakes.
Grief was boring. This was a shallow thought about a deep subject, but it was a valid observation.
Everyone was getting married or falling in love. I was happy for them. Happy, happy, happy. I pasted a smile on my face and went to Piggly Wiggly.
Eric was incensed, to use a good entry from my word of the day Calender. In fact his eyes were almost throwing sparks he was so angry. This woman has been mine, and she will be mine he said in tones s...
Eric turned to me, kissed me on the lips very lightly, and looked at my face for a long moment. He’ll spare you, Eric said, and I understood he wasn’t really talking to me but to himself. You’re too u...
Eric shone like the moon; he was pale and commanding, and there was a large empty space around him. He was alone. He held out his hand to me, and I took it, to a flare of dismay from the twoeys.
Eric appeared to be counting my eyelashes. I tried to keep my gaze on my hands, to indicate modesty. I felt power tweaks kind of flow over me and had an uneasy feeling Eric was trying to influence me....
Earth is the home of the living, not the dead.
Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and yo...
Did Lou have Luke—isn’t that your little boy’s name?—here in the Shakespeare hospital?
Clovache's Voice said, How large is the device? Her accent was sort of like Russian, as least to my untravelled ears. (Hau larch . . . ?)The size of one of those cans of sweetened syrup, Batanya answe...
But the last few years had taught me that one of my grandmother’s favorite sayings was true. An ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure.
Any place books are massed together makes me feel at home.