God, if you ever loved me, open my eyes for me when I'm being this stupid! (Ron)
But a slow, deeply satisfied smile came over him, and his breath quickened. 'So softly it starts,' he whispered. 'Foolishly clever and with an unsurvivable trust. It just saved your miserable life, that questionable show of thought, my itchy-witch.' Al’s smile shifted, becoming lighter. 'And now you will live to possibly regret it.
You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.
Tinks titties Rache Jenks
Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.
You think Ivy's a planner? She has nothing on a motivated elf with too much money.
Typical" Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. "Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.
You think my kids just popped out of the ground?
We were innocent once. How could it have gone so bad?
Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.
But the same things that had once attracted menow left me with a mild sense of unease. Ivy would say I was getting smarter, but I just felt…empty.
Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else." "Ow!" I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. "Oh… sorry," I stammered, meaning it. "That was insensitive." Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. "Bump uglies?" he said, eyes on the table behind me. "You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again.
I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.
Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)
A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.
His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.
A witch, a vampire, and a pixy walk into a bar, I thought as I led the way into the Squirrel’s End. It was early, and the sun had yet to set when the door swung shut behind Jenks, sealing us in the warm air smelling faintly of smoke. Immediately Nick yanked it open to come in behind us. And there’s the punch line.
My God", he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain and her aching need to find her place. He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.
I sighed. "And what am I to you, Al?" "My maid," he said brightly. "Shall we do this?
Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again?" My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet." Again.
Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve - " "You don't even wear your heart in your chest.
Music moves society more than most people realize. In my opinion, it's a soft manipulator of influence and change.
He didn't want Lucy to grow up feeling alone, surrounded by everything and having nothing.
She just threatened to throw the next man who shoots at you out the window. Megan is awake. She offered to help. God, Trent, what is it with you and women?
Rache,” he said, trying to get into my line of sight. “What more do you need? God to send a telegram?" (Jenks)
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