The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with leather straps at the sides and a worn Great Temolo decal near the left shoulder. Her wings are a crazy black-and-white-checkered pattern, like they've been spray-painted at a body shop to look like hipster sneakers.
Libba BrayIf this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I'd finish with something snappy like "And don't forget my soda, punk" while I strolled off into the night.
Libba BrayGemma~Was he really looking at me that way? Kartik~What way? Gemma~Like a piece of ripe fruit? Katrik~You'd best be on your guard with him.
Libba BrayI knew it. Youโre an alien,โ said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. โYes, Iโm an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now Iโm going to steal your boyfriend to prove girls canโt really be friends.โ โI sat back timidly when you torched my house, killed my parents, and ate my dog. But now youโre stealing my boyfriend? Thatโs a step too far!
Libba Bray