Kid 1: *examining my gorgeous strawberry and blueberry pies*: Wow, Mom, your pies donโt look awful this time. Me (Ilona): ... ~A little later~ Kid 2: *wandering into the kitchen* Kid 1: Hey, youโve got to see these pies. *opening the stove* Kid 2: Wow. They are not ugly this time. Kid 1: I know, right?
Ilona AndrewsAt the door, Audrey called, "Are you coming?" "No, just breathing hard, love." He glanced at her and was rewarded by an outraged glare, followed by, "Oh, my God!
Ilona AndrewsThe hallway led me to the stairway of a million steps. My leg screamed in protest. I sighed and started climbing. I just had to keep from limping. Limping showed weakness, and I didnโt need any enterprising, career-motivated shapeshifters trying to challenge me for dominance right about now. I had once mentioned my desire for an elevator, and His Majesty asked me if I would like a flock of doves to carry me up to my quarters so my feet wouldnโt have to touch the ground. We were sparring at the time and I kicked him in the kidney in retaliation.
Ilona AndrewsAndrea raised her hand. โThis is the hand that slapped Aunt B.โ โMaybe you should have it gold-plated.โ โHere, you can touch it, since youโre my best friend.
Ilona AndrewsWhy could nothing with Kate be simple? Why couldnโt Jim ever just come by to tell me that he had bowled a perfect game or benched a personal best. Maybe finally asked that weird tiger girl out.
Ilona AndrewsOther pirates leaped over the railing. One, two... seven... thirteen. A bakerโs dozen. Wait, fifteen. Eighteen... Twenty-one. The odds werenโt in our favor. โMaybe they just came over to borrow a cup of sugar,โ I said. Andrea barked a short laugh. Curran put his hand on my shoulder. โThatโs a lot of sugar. Must be a big cake.
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