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“So what are we searching for?” Angela asked as Kami unlinked their arms and stepped under the stone horseshoe arch into the churchyard and round to the graveyard. “Anne Lynburn’s grave,” Kami answered. “We have to dig it up.” Angela blinked. “Oh, great,” she said slowly. “I was definitely hoping you were going to suggest grave robbery. I would have been disappointed if it had been anything else.”
Angela sighed. “All right, Nancy Drew, let’s go grave-digging. Should be jolly larks.”
“I should know better than to talk to you about feelings before noon.”
“You know the one. Blond. Scowly. Bad attitude, which I have some sympathy for. Sloppy dresser, which I have no sympathy for at all.”
“Anyone would be lucky to be emotionally blackmailed or physically forced into romance with you, friend,” said Angela. “What a jerk.”
“Anne Lynburn’s grave isn’t here.” “It sure isn’t. What a pity, I was really looking forward to my first experience violating a resting place.”
Kami was pleased that Angela had stopped to talk to Ash, because otherwise she felt like they would gang up on her with their judgment of her lifestyle choices.
“I hear you’re a sorcerer who held off Rob’s people when they burned our house and came after me and my family. I think that’s terrific. Want to come with me?”
“I want to interfere horribly in my friends’ love lives and keep my own embarrassing and pathetic one private, is that so much to ask?”
“Now that you know that I’m not at all interested in Jared, is it inappropriate to say that I did get the impression that he might channel all those simmering repressed emotions in a useful way? I mean being explosively good in bed.” “Viking tiger in the sack, I have no doubt,” Kami said lightly, and felt a blush stage a hostile takeover of her neck and march up to claim the territory of her face.
Kami saw why so many teenagers who had adventures in books were interestingly tragic orphans. Parents were a real buzzkill, adventure-wise.
This is a very clean-living town, apart from all the murders, so I don’t actually know any drug dealers. I realize Jared kind of looks like one, but he’s not, which is a shame because I think the drug dealer’s girlfriend gets her drugs free.”
“I realize you are attempting to be humorous,” said Lillian, after a pause during which she stared some more. “I don’t understand it.”
“Where’s Lillian?” Kami checked over her shoulder. “Appears to be trying to wrest a screaming baby from the arms of her frightened mother in order to kiss it.” “Oh no no no,” murmured Jon, and raised his voice as he made his way over. “Libba, we’ve talked about this!”
“Bros before hoes,” said Jared. “By which of course I mean gardening tools, because I hold all the fine ladies of Sorry-in-the-Vale in the highest regard.”
“It’s not all right, but I will try to stand outside of and radiate moral support.”
when the cost of keeping your word is breaking your heart,
“The new year was in March in England until the 1700s, when the pope introduced a new calendar.” Everyone stared at him. Jared flushed slightly, scar thrown into relief, and muttered, “I read a lot of old books.”
“I read a Cosmo a year ago, and I still remember how to keep my nails in perfect condition and also ten top tips on how to dress to accentuate my ass.” Now everybody was staring at Rusty. Unlike Jared, he did not blush.
“You know what I like, sugar-prune.
Lillian looked appalled at the thought of more socializing.
Angela looked as if she agreed with Lillian but would rather develop insomnia than ever say she agreed with Lillian about anything.
They’re almost patient about their misery, creatures like that, and they look at you with such eyes, beseeching you to make it all stop but not—not hoping that you will. It’s like they know you won’t, that the world isn’t going to be kind to them.
“If I show consideration for others,” Lillian Lynburn said grumpily, “will you tell me again about how you shot my husband?” Jon rolled his eyes. “Yes, Leigh, if you manage to approximate human behavior for half an hour, I will tell you your favorite story again.”
“Hi, Jared,” she said, leaning out of the window. “Are you brooding?”
“He dumped me. I’m a free agent. And you’re an evil sorceress who participates in murder and torture, so your commentary on my social life is not appreciated or necessary.”
“Are you kidding, did you really just give me a cryptic warning?” Kami demanded. “I hate cryptic warnings! You know where they lead, it’s nothing but confusion until the disaster the cryptic warning was about comes to pass and then you think, ‘Oh, so that was what the cryptic warning meant, well gee, I wish it had been more clear.’ Stop right now and explain yourself!”
sleeping on the sofa like a cat who had found a lap and needed nothing more in the world.
“I remember when you were just Angie’s friend who I vaguely thought might be high on cough syrup all the time.
“But, sweetheart—and I say this with love—I really think it might be time to get off the cough syrup.”
“When I first met you, I thought you were a creep with serious behavioral and emotional issues.” “But once you really got to know me,” Jared suggested, “you realized I was a creep with behavioral and emotional issues that were quite funny?”
I can’t believe that good will leave us when evil remains. I will not. I do not.”
when I thought of death I didn’t think of going away. I always thought of it as still being with you.”
She thought that she knew now why the words “scared” and “sacred” had the same letters, almost made up the same word.
The dog will come to his master’s call, the falcon return to kind hands and a hood, the caged bird will burst into song at the sound of a certain step in the hall. Love is essential for every one.
My enemies are dust, and as dust I despise them still. Every one of their dreams will be dust, or my vengeance will not be complete. There is no force in the world as strong as my hate, except my love.
Wow, hello there, Darth Vader.
“You like everything that suggests chaos and the lower classes.” Jared grinned up at her, heedless of his scar, his eyes pale and wild. “I am chaos and the lower classes.”
I wanted to say no to the whole world, until you.
I know how easily you get into trouble. I didn’t want you to do it alone.”
“I could never let you go if it wasn’t that I trust you just as much.”
Holly had not realized until this moment what a deep and profound affection she had for cows and sheep.
“He’s kind of hot, for a dad,” Holly said thoughtfully,
Being with you is the only definition of happiness I have.”
“You said that death means people are changed but not lost,” Kami said. “Here’s something that won’t change. You will always be my favorite person in the world.”
She could not be lost, when she was so well known.
He knew the shape of his soul,
Warm summer sun shine kindly here Warm south wind blow kindly here Still and always burns your light Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.
I don’t know how to live without being in love with you,
Your name was the first word for love I ever knew.”
“You always thought Holly was great.” “She is great,” said Jared. “And beautiful. She’s like a star to me, something bright and lovely seen from another world. She’s someone else’s sun. That’s how all other girls are to me. You’re my sun.” It was a nice recovery.
