Time slowed. He was thinking in colors and sensations now, not words. The curve of her breast. The shimmer of her skin. The way her breath caught when he touched her—there.

Patra is going to be pissed." Cory says, with a half smirk. Then she holds out the bottle of creamer and says, "Fix it." “Fix what? Cory! Are you really going to ignore what just happened? Thatsuck face just threatened to take you and me to jail!”“She said trial, but that’s not really the point I am trying to make.”“I know, but it’s the point Iam trying to make!”“I know that you’re scared. I am trying to show you why you shouldn’t be.”She pushed the bottle of creamer in front of me again.“I am not SCARED. I’m angry!” I ignore the creamer.“Same thing.” She shrugs. (From The Carver's Magic)

Amie frowned. 'That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean everyone wants their happy ending, right? No one cares about reading actual literature anymore anyway. All they want is vampires and supernatural mumbo-jumbo. It’s sick, really.

It would be nice to report she lived happily ever after till the end of her days. But such cheap, cop-out one-liners belong to other uncomplicated fairy tales.

I already feel like the Girl Who Lived around here.

If Emrys was acting normally, like the typical self-gratifying narcissist he was, then it would have been easier to keep him in that special category of potential enemy.