I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum.
Laurell K. HamiltonIt's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.
Laurell K. HamiltonThat was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.
Laurell K. Hamilton