They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.
Libba BrayWhen you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.
Libba BrayI'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.
Libba Bray