What was I supposed to say?.....did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

The fey in this country keep to themselves, and are a separate nation, much like the American Indians, but with even more autonomy.

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all.

You awful hard to kill, Anita.' 'There's a first time, Luther, and that's all it takes.

Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.

I am not a morning person.