Good Lord, I Thought, Squinting At The

The Small Gargoyle Had Gone Entirely White To Match The Ceiling, And Only The Rims Of His Ears, His Long Clawlike Nails, And A Thick Stripe Down His Whip-like Tail Were Still Gray. He Was Crawling Along The Ceiling Like A Bat, Wings Held To Make Sharp Angles And Claws Extended. It Just About Broke My Creepy Meter.

Do You Have A Sleeping Bag?” I Stared At Him. “no. I Lost It In The Great Salt-dip Of ’06.

It Is Not Always What We Do, Sa'han, But Who We Love That Makes Us Who We Are. Quen

I Got It This Time, Daddy Warbucks," I Said.

...treat People With Understanding When You Can, And Fake It When You Can't Until You Do Understand.