It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

I gestured my frustration. “I don’t know. She’s much better already. She wasn’t talking half an hour ago. Look at her now.” We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her. Okay,” I said as we turned back. “Bad example.

Anything worth having is going to be hard

Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.