Atticus, ixnay issingpay off the oppercay.>
At that point Daddy took them to a cemetery and said, Here, kids—what you need is a nice corpse snack. Clotted blood! Om nom nom!
And we can seek therapy or religion to provide us relief like balm on chafed skin, but that’s denying our own power to heal ourselves and trying to silence old pain with new opiates.
And to be rooted is not the same thing at all as being tied down. To be rooted is to say, here am I nourished and here will I grow, for I have found a place where every sunrise shows me how to be more...
An ignoranus, Manannan explains, is someone who’s both stupid and an arsehole.
An elderly diner from a neighboring table had been dying for an excuse to stare at the exotic woman with rubies around her neck, and now Laksha had provided her one by laughing so loudly. She noticed...
Americans assert their own opinions as if they were facts and dismiss inconvenient facts as mere opinions.>
Although I’m sure that the immortality of the spirit was a comforting thought, it was a worldview that to my own admittedly biased eyes placed little value on life.
A morbid thought wandered into my consciousness and said hello: If Basasael ate my dumb Druid ass, would the Morrigan be able to bring me back fully functional, resurrected from—what? Angel poop? That...
A man’s supposed to shit himself after he dies, son, not before.
A man’s supposed to shit himself after he dies, son, not before. Try to remember that, lad, so that when your time comes, you won’t make a right girly mess of it. Now fuck off and go play in the bog.
A four-syllable name is impractical in battle, lad, and in most poetry too, if ye care about what the bards say. I’ll give ye only two syllables until ye actually save me bones from the Fae. You can p...
What? You didn’t even let me finish my first sentence!
What? Oberon, no. It’s not something I would think to ask. It’s not pandering! Felicity still has a part to play in this. I said at the start there would be vintage poodles. Would you just let me fi...
No, Oberon, stakes, as in a wooden stake you drive into the ground. It’s a homophone. And you’ve been so patient too.
That good, huh? It’s free, Oberon.
Oberon asked. No, Oberon, I told him via our mental link. You’re only the second companion I’ve done that with. Some people—and some creatures—don’t handle long lives very well. It changes them for t...
No,
I don’t think there is one. We had our priorities straight.
So I drop the rock and cross my arms in front of me, suddenly self-conscious in the presence of two goddesses who look like comic book heroines.