Big lots,' I said, seeing the eighty-year-old oaks and shady lawns. The houses were set way back and had iron fences and stone drives. The harder to hear your neighbors scream, my dear,' was Davidโs answer, and I sent my head up and down in agreement.
Kim HarrisonShe was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.
Kim HarrisonThere is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.
Kim Harrison