Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you havenโt been hunting things on the dark side of the world. Itโs a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. Itโs road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.
Lilith SaintcrowI don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.
Lilith SaintcrowDon't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.
Lilith SaintcrowHis shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.
Lilith SaintcrowIt was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel." -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow
Lilith SaintcrowI caught the look Benjamin gave me. "What?" "Nothing. We just thought a svetocha would be more, well, difficult." Leon's mouth twitched. "I do seriously want a slushie." I tried a tentative smile. I definitely liked him now. "I haven't had one in ages. Maybe the guys outsideโthe double blondsโwould want one, too?" For some reason Leon found that utterly fricking hysterical. He snorted and chuckled all the way through Housewares to the Health and Beauty section, and even Benjamin unbent enough to grin.
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