Tory a father isn’t supposed to fear his fourteen-year-old daughter. That being sad, you terrify me.

An elite confederacy of nerds. My peeps

I’m adding ‘canine’ to my searches,” I said. “And ‘instinct.’” “Whatever. I’m adding ‘lunatic.

Tory a father isn’t supposed to fear his fourteen-year-old daughter. That being sad, you terrify me.

Ben locked his eyes on mine for a long moment. Then, “How?” “How do you think?” I smiled, then slapped him full across the face

I have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.

Many fiction writers who put the science in dont get it right.