He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.
Laurell K. HamiltonPeople 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.
Laurell K. HamiltonI looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.
Laurell K. Hamilton