And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

Didn't we talk about this?" "HAIL!" "That isn't an answer." I planted my hands on my hips. "Was there a reason for shoving the gummy bears off the counter? Did they tell you they were suicidal? On second thought," I raised a hand, palm out, "don't answer that. If the candy is talking, I don't want to know.

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

Pronouns are only useful when you combine them with other words. I have a few I can give you, if you're at a loss.

Mira Grant is actually my pseudonym. And Seanan is pronounced SHAWN-in.

He's going to be okay," said Quentin. "He has to. He's Tybalt. You'd be all weird and irritating if he wasn't around." "Weird and irritating?" I raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?" Quentin shrugged. "That's already how you get when he isn't around.

Protecting the human race should really come with a per diem, I swear.