My fingers tightened on my waxed paper cup, sure now I knew why Minias was sitting at a table sipping coffee with me. I had a password. I had a reason to trade. I had a major problem.
My God, you have beautiful hair in the firelight, he said softly, and I blinked. It’s like your thoughts, all cinnamon and wild untamed. I’ve always liked your hair.
Mouse burger, I stated again, arms crossed and hip cocked. A weenie little man with the courage of a mouse.
Men, she said as she took my arm and led me to the brightly lit room. They forget we need to see the outcome of pain before we willingly put ourselves through it. How else would we suffer nine months...
Look, I said, my finger jabbing out to point at him. I don’t like you. Jenks doesn’t like you. And Ivywants to eat you. Start talking.
Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.
Ku’Sox was indeed a demon. In. The. Sun. I needed answers, but I wanted them from Al, not…Cute Socks here.
Kisten probably has one in here, she muttered, then turned with a tube of what looked like lipstick. Ta-da! Ta-da, huh?
Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.
Jenks’s gaze was even and calm, wise and even a bit sad. The wind ruffled his hair, and the sound of the pixies grew obvious. No, he said. I don’t think you do. I glared, and he added, I think it woul...
I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t. (Kisten)
I’m not going to pick her up and carry her screaming to the basement, Trent said. It’s a workday. Besides, she has a crutch. Crutch or no, she’s hurt! Ceri protested. I mean, Trent said intently, she...
Ivy rose to rinse the carafe. She leaned close to me, running the water to blur her words as she muttered, What's wrong with her? She's crying over her tea.
Ivy and I will deal with the uncomfortable situation like we always have…by ignoring it. It was something we were both good at.
It took everything I had to pull from his lips, and even as I did, I felt a new desire layering itself over the old, soaking in where it would linger in my thoughts.
It had made me strong, but it had left me flawed.
Inside Junior’s it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly,
If you don’t say it’s wrong, then you’re telling them you agree.
I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. What happened to my mirror? I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swo...
I thought this was the safest place to hammer out an agreement with Piscary, I said meekly. My office? he barked. Well… I hedged. Maybe a conference room?