I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.
Rosemary Clement-MooreDonโt ever trust anyone whoโs writing a book. They make up lies for a living.
Rosemary Clement-MooreI was generally pro-bat, except when I was trekking through the dark trying not to think about the dire fate of every horror movie character stupid enough to go into the dark with a flashlight and check the fuses.
Rosemary Clement-Moore