What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?
Karen Marie MoningWhen Christian pushes into the brick wall of the building catty-corner to the rear of BB&Bโfirst left on the Dark Zone sideโand disappears, I melt down in a fit of the giggles. I toss a rock at the spot where he vanished. It bounces off the brick and clatters to the cobblestone. I'm feeling twenty shades of Harry Potter's train station, especially when he pokes his head out of the wall and says impatiently, "Come on, lass. This is hardly my favorite place to be.
Karen Marie MoningCould words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff?
Karen Marie MoningOkay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.
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