Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.

Back to work. If I’m [writing] I’m not thinking about the crazy.

You don't have to shout from the mountaintops. Sometimes power comes in a soft, calm, compassionate way, like a quiet warrior.

Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.

Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.

You gonna put on your big-girl panties and fight with the boys, now?” He looked over his shoulder as if he expected me to blush or something. “Who says I wear panties?” I was certain that he flushed red this time. Laughing, I left him shaking his head and went on inside to find the Kid. We had work to do.

Really sucked the red off of all my candy.