He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac
Karen Marie MoningYesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love
Karen Marie MoningHe gives me a look that says, โDude, if I knew that do you think Iโd have enlisted your puny help?โ I snicker. โSomething funny here.โ โYou. All prickly and pissed โcause thereโs something you donโt know. Got to call on the megaservices of the Mega.โ โEver occur to you Iโm using you for reasons your inferior human brain canโt begin to understand.
Karen Marie MoningThe running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a man's seed. Mayhap men were fashioned differently in her time. He hadn't seen one other bulge out there on the street; mayhap they all had wee carrots in their trews.
Karen Marie MoningThere was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didnโt care.
Karen Marie Moning