There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.
Rachel CaineI'd blurted out the question only to keep him from noticing that I was working my hands free, but the Warden behind me, some young brown-haired surfer dude, yelled a warning. "She's getting loose!" Narc.
Rachel CaineClaire signed. "Go ahead. And thanks. Oh, and be careful?" "Please. I am the queen of careful. Also, princess of punk fabulousness."
Rachel Caine