It means black kitten," I said with my pulse almost even again. Ares studied me. "And you're ok with them calling you their black kitten?" "They're wererats, Ares," I said. He frowned at me. "They're not calling me their little black rat. Think it through.
Laurell K. HamiltonI wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?
Laurell K. HamiltonI am a very linear thinker, so I write beginning to end. I write hundreds of pages per book that never make it into print
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