And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference!
I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.
He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.
He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him. I cant afford this, he thought, but he didnt move, watching her finger trace the new line. "He cracked my mirror,"she said, clearly angry.
Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn't, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.
Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. “Welcome back, my itchy witch.
See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.
Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.
I felt sick. Buying Kisten’s and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I’d rather keep my soul clean and let my morals get dingy.
Get your hand off me,” I exclaimed, voice loud with misplaced anger as I yanked away from his grip. “I’m a professional, not some distraught girlfriend.” Well, I was that too, but I knew how to act at a crime scene.
They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.
Behind the fury, he was tired. He was tired of being hauled around and shoved into a little room. He was tired of trying for me and failing. And to have Minias know it, to be carted off under his leash…It was almost insulting. Maybe, if I gave Al a night of peace to lick his wounds and his pride, he would grant that same courtesy to me?
Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like.
Be reasonable. I know you can be. If you try very, very hard.” - Al to Rachel
My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.
It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.
My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat,” I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.
Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.
Her elf is going to do just that,” he said, the red glow of the ever-after sun turning his hair auburn, almost as red as mine. “I did not work this hard at getting her to accept who she is to let you take your spoiled brat of a little-boy temper tantrum out on her. She stays on my side of the lines.
Do you hurt uncle Kisten', he asked.(...) but Kisten beat me to it. “Only my heart, Audric,” he said. “Ms. Rachel is like the sun. See her sparkling there with the wind in her hair and fire in her eyes? You can’t catch the sun. You can only feel its touch on your face. And if you get too much of it, it burns you.
You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.
Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.
Five trolls in a dra-a-a-a-ag,' the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. 'Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps and a succubus in the snow.
I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.
I jerked to a stop at the door to my room. "What's wrong with my boots?" I said, thinking they were the only thing that I was going to keep on. Ah…the only thing from this outfit, not the only thing total.
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