It’ll be the Date to End All Dates, I told Gary as he nosed his way through my closet. And yes, before you ask, it is capitalized just like it sounds. Great plans should always be capitalized.
I like your shoes, I said. Because I did. They were pink and pointed, and I wanted a pair like that so bad. My mom and dad groaned. Morgan looked at me and cocked his head.Thank you, little one. I mad...
(a.) Together.
Honey, you’re pouting. That’s not dangerous. It’s adorable.
Dragons, I said. They’re hoarders. They keep the things they think are pretty. Gold and jewels. In this case, Justin. To each his own, I guess.
You okay, Sam?Ha-ha, why wouldn’t I be? Everything is peachy! I’m okay. I’m better than okay.Okay. I only ask because you haven’t stopped staring at me for the last four hours.You lie with all your li...
With nothing else to distract her, Celeana eventually returned to thinking about Sam. Even weeks later, she had no idea how she'd somehow gotten attached to him, what he'd been shouting when Arobynn b...
Well, he was certainly desirable-as desirable as Sam, maybe. Sam-when had she ever thought of him as desirable? He'd laugh until he died if ever knew she thought of him like that.
Okay, time in. I can yell at whoever I want!You really can’t, Gary said. It’s unattractive on you. Some people pull off the angry look. You’re not one of them.
Honey bear, the unicorn said. You are the gayest thing I’ve seen since I last saw my own reflection.
He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.
Afraid she and I had a summer romance? That insufferable grin was still there.I hope you did. I certainly enjoyed myself this summer.The smile faded at that. What do you mean?She brushed an invisible...
Too bad you’re like my older sister. We could have been something special.I narrowed my eyes at him. Older? You’re seventy-six!Boo, you whore, he said.
I don’t have time for all the relations and courting and wooing bullshit, I said. I’m a wizard. I have quests.Uh, you’re an apprentice, Gary said. And you’re sent on errands.
He has wet dreams and moans dirty things about chest hair.That was one time. Okay, more like six times.
He grinned at me again, and the butterflies in my stomach turned into dragons and laid waste to my innards.
He couldn't be dead. Not from the dagger, or those dozen pirates, or from the catapult. No, Sam couldn't be so stupid that he'd get himself killed. She'd... she'd... Well she'd kill him if he was dead...
Gary laughed. Yeah, but then people meet you and you’re all skinny and adorable, and they’re all like whaaaa?
As the memory of that day echoed through her, she remembered the words Sam kept screaming at Arobynn, as the King of the Assassins beat her, the words that she'd somehow forgotten in the fog of pain:...
You can't go.Give me a reason why I shouldn't.Because I'll miss you, damn it! she hissed, splaying her arms. Because what's the point in anything if you just disappear forever?The point in what, Celae...
You are way too pretty to exist in this world with us mere mortals. I somehow managed to stop myself from calling him Knight Delicious Face. It was close.