Snake-Eater

by T. Kingfisher

There might also be snakes or scorpions or serial killers inside. Well . . . probably not serial killers.

Selena’s mother had held that Catholics were, if not going to hell, at least going to a much less nice heaven than Protestants.

That chicken is a devil, and I say this as a professional.”

“The first commandment is ‘Thou shalt have no other gods before Me,’” he said gently. “It doesn’t say that there aren’t any others, or that you shouldn’t be polite when you meet them.

Wanting to help is good, but this belief that you, personally, have so much power to affect the universe is starting to border on personal idolatry.’”

Fire Marshal Jenny reminds everyone that our fire risk is extremely high, and if you burn down the desert, everyone’s going to be pissed.

There were monsters outside my window and you’re frying eggs.”

Selena was fairly sure that trigonometry emergencies did not often involve zombie squirrels with their guts on a nail,