Death did not play favoritesโHe loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voiceโnot quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mindโ
Lilith SaintcrowOh, dear me." Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. "The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. "Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly.
Lilith SaintcrowI don't believe in getting clothes that just look pretty or that'll fall apartโthey have to stand up to a lot of abuse.
Lilith SaintcrowThe smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.
Lilith Saintcrow