You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.
Cate TiernanRobbie turned to the house again. "Got a flashlight?" "Of course not." I smirked. "That would make me too well prepared, wouldn't it?
Cate TiernanI was of the โWhen life gives you lemons, make lemonade, then wonder why life didnโt give you freaking sugar so you could drink the stuffโ school of thought.
Cate Tiernan