And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.
Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world.
She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.
Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.
How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?