She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.
You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?
Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.
I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.
So I’ve seen my boys do that a hundred times with the neighboring pixy girls. Give her their favorite seed and be too flustered to tell her what it was.
He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.
Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.
I've found that when I'm having trouble solidifying a character or a scene, that music will often free my subconscious just that last little bit to allow me to move forward, and often it's in a direction that I didn't expect, but is 100 percent true to the character.
HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don’t know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.
I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.
that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun
Al was cruel, vindictive, angry, elegant, powerful. He gave me strength, he gave me wisdom, not only about magic, but about myself. He was a lot like Trent, only harsher around the edges.
I ought to file charges of uncommon stupidity against you for letting her try this alone." ~ Newt, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison
I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.
And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference!
I think she suspects something, though. We’ve had cherry pie for dessert five nights in a row.” His voice drawled, and my smile deepened.
I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said.
Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve - " "You don't even wear your heart in your chest.
Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.
Jenks squinted at me, and when Trent nodded, the pixy gestured sourly to Bis to get on with it. A four inch man ruled us all.
Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!
A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.
Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You’re almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet.
The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys.
I want…” he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. “I want one pure thing in my life,” he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. “I want one thing I can point to and say, ‘That is good, and it’s a part of me.
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