Sometimes you wake up, and there's a little voice inside your head that tells you that today is a special day. For a lot of kids, it sometimes happens on their birthday, and always on Christmas mornin...
So, ladies, if you ever have some conversation with your boyfriend or husband or brother or male friend, and you are telling him something perfectly obvious, and he comes away from it utterly clueless...
So you really could die. Your godmother is right, you know. You are mad as a hatter. Nutty as a fruitcake. Crazy like a fox, I said.
Significance is cumulative—but not always obvious.
She was, Forthill corrected her, if only for a time. Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.
She was also mad. Loopy as a crochet convention.
Screw up my life? He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cl...
Open eyes are of little use when the mind behind them is closed. Araris
Okay, I said, fear making my voice weak. This is bad. This is very, very bad. Wish
Oh, dear. Oh dear? Bernard asked. She reached up and touched her throat, where Bernard’s ring still hung by its chain. Oh, dear. We’ve survived. We’re alive. And . . . and we’re wed. Bernard blinked a...
Mouse isn't big. He's compactly challenged.
Mab turned back to me and eyed me up and down. She quirked one eyebrow, very slightly, somehow conveying layers of disapproval toward multiple aspects of my appearance, conduct, and situation, and sai...
Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?
Like love, hope is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.
Later. Bad habit to get into, Thomas said. Life’s too short.
Just like old times, I wheezed. Yeah, just like old times, Elaine. You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous . . . And then a thought hit me. Just like old times. . . . deceitful, wicked, clever girl. If...
I’ve had worse, Michael said, his voice strained. He shifted his weight, testing the leg, and made a hissing sound—but it supported his weight. Only a flesh wound. Yeah, I said. ’Tis but a scratch. Co...
I’d fallen victim to one of the other classic blunders, along with not getting involved in a land war in Asia and never going in against a Sicilian when death was on the line.
It’s easy to see what choices one should have made after it is too late to go back.
It’s dark, close, cold, and intensely creepy down there. The fact that it was inhabited by things that had no love for mankind and potential radioactivity to boot didn’t do much to boost its tourism i...