What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.
Karen Marie MoningBasque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.
Karen Marie MoningIt's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do
Karen Marie MoningI couldnโt move. Itโs something Iโm still ashamed of. You always wonder how youโll handle a moment of crisis; if youโve got what it takes to fight or if youโve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you thereโs steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasnโt. I was all petals and pollen. Good for attracting the procreators who could ensure the survival of our species, but not a survivor myself. I was Barbie after all.
Karen Marie MoningAt the very last moment, just before its lips claimed hers, its grip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the only thing she could think of: She head-butted it. Snapped her head back, then forward again, and bashed it square in the face as hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that it made her woozy and gave her an instant migraine, making her wonder how Jean-Claude Van Damme always managed to coolly continue fighting after such a stunt. Obviously, movies lied.
Karen Marie MoningI lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.
Karen Marie Moning