a pink taffeta evening gown. It looked like it had run away from a junior high prom... The dress looked like a petunia on steroids to me.
Laurell K. HamiltonJason patted me on the back. โTomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.โ โI thought you'd chase cars,โ I said. He grinned. โWhat fun is that? Cars don't bleed.
Laurell K. HamiltonNow that I'm being very successful, publishers are trying to mainstream me, but I'm unabashedly genre. It's what I like to read, what I like to write
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