To my everlasting relief, heโd also stopped with the starch a few years back . The military made him big on spray starch, but I point-blank refused to touch the stuff after a while. He finally gave up doing it himself, and I manfully restrained myself from pointing out that the world didnโt explode when he did. And they say maturity is just for adults.
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 SaintcrowChristophe's smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl's heart.
Lilith SaintcrowHow had I managed to tie my boots? I didnโt even remember getting dressed. I was out here in public at the mall. What was I wearing? Jeans. I could feel socks. I had my boots on. I plucked at the edge of my t-shirt and saw it was red. I was wearing Dadโs spare Army jacket, and there was a heavy weight in the right pocket that had to be something deadly.
Lilith SaintcrowZombies 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 Saintcrow