Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle. Daddy told me once - when I'd said something about how perfect his relationship with Mom was - that I should have seen the first five years of their marriage, that they'd fought like hellions, crashed into each other like two giant stones. That eventually they'd eroded each other into the perfect fit, become a single wall, nestled into each other's curves and hollows, her strengths chinking his weaknesses, her weaknesses reinforced by his strengths.
Karen Marie MoningEvil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.
Karen Marie MoningLies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.
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