Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.
Karen Marie MoningHis face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
Karen Marie MoningObservations,โ he says. โFour imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes.โ Theyโd been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery. He gives me a sidewise look. โWow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.
Karen Marie Moning