Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!
Karen Marie MoningDon't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.
Karen Marie MoningMac: "It's not the sidhe-seers." He stopped and went very still. JZB: "Who is it?" Mac: "The MacKeltars." He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly. JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane." Mac: "I had a good teacher." JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane." Mac and Barrons
Karen Marie MoningEvery time I think Iโm getting smarter I realize that Iโve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who donโt know, and donโt know they donโt know; those who donโt know and do know they donโt know; and those who know and know how much they still donโt know. Heavy stuff, I know. I think Iโve finally graduated from the donโt-knows that donโt know to the donโt-knows that do.
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