He looked blank. “He’s the one who’s been doing the magic against us?” “Duh,” I said. “Doona be ‘duh’ing me, lass,” he growled, his burr thickening.
Karen Marie MoningI'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.
Karen Marie MoningValhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.
Karen Marie Moning