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Like a glittering cloud, the cheerleaders descended. If there had ever been a triage team as efficient as cheerleaders helping one of their own get ready, Antimony couldn’t think of it.
We don’t have much blood family left in the world, but we make up for it by acquiring honorary family everywhere we go.
Robbing convenience stores might play a big part in my future if I wanted to be able to buy clean clothes, a clean name, and a second shot at all the jobs I was about to not get.
there’s a big difference between basic subterfuge and this “Bruce Banner on the run from the government goons” bullshit that has consumed my life.
Thank you for your candor; I’ll be speaking with your supervisor.
Sophie had become squad captain when we were sophomores in high school, winning by a clear majority vote on a platform of inclusiveness and not being a jerk without good reason.
I felt terrible for doing that to them. Not so terrible that I wouldn’t take advantage now that I needed it.
“If you live a lie too long, it turns into the truth. Be careful which ones you decide deserve that kind of power.”
Like all Lowryland Cast Member Housing (capital letters mandatory, unless you wanted an Official Lowryland Branding Lecture),
That was my big sister, Verity, she of the awesome dance moves and totally absent common sense.
To be fair to her—not that I’m usually inclined to be fair to her—she
Up until five generations ago, we were members in good standing, as bloodthirsty and obedient as the rest. We got better. The rest of the Covenant didn’t.
having been sent undercover by the people I’d been sent undercover to spy on,
There are people who say you never really escape from high school, you just keep finding it in different forms, over and over again, until it finally kills you. Those people are assholes, and should not be allowed in polite company. That doesn’t mean they’re wrong.
They had better haircuts, better shoes, more friends, and everything else from the mean girl starter kit.
It’s not that I hate my job. It’s that I hate the people I have to do it with.
eight hours and about sixty thousand inane questions later
Lowry’s idea of a perfectly bucolic American town, half Ray Bradbury and half Lake Wobegon
you have glitter in your everything. You are a testament to the power of glitter.”
A lot of cryptids won’t call the police when something bad happens to one of their own. Too many of the cops are human, and sometimes the risk of exposure isn’t worth the hope of justice.
“You’re dwelling again,” she accused. “You can’t do that.” “Can, will, do, watch me,” I said, and sighed.
For me to come skating silently out of the dark was a bad sign. For me to grab her arm and whisper, “Run,” was a disastrous one.
Gossip is toxic, especially because it’s often so much more interesting than the truth.
Again, sometimes I want to take a walk through the writers’ rooms of all those police procedurals, and see how well bullshit television tropes can burn.
As always, Sophie made me feel like an absolute mess just by existing.
The interior of the car smelled of leather and cleaning fluid and money. It was like inhaling the inside of a very expensive wallet,
incubi are by and large very focused on consent and making sure no one is doing anything they don’t want to do,
“I don’t know if you’ve looked at me recently, but you may have noticed that I am not, in fact, a white person. I am, rather, quite brown.”
They were dressed like PR wonks the world over, in suit jackets, pressed slacks, and pencil skirts (all following strict gender lines, sadly; at least mixing it up a little would have made things interesting).
I stepped through the door, down onto the impossible steps. They held. They might be impossible, but that was no excuse for them to be structurally unsound.
Lowryland, subject to the judgment of coworkers, because that’s fun
Robin’s smile finally flickered and died. “You little b—” “Excuse me, but do you have this in my size?” The guest appeared at my elbow like she’d come from out of nowhere, probably because she had. Ghosts aren’t always good about following the rules of linear reality.
“She says you called her a bully.” “Only after she tried to bully me.”
A red-and-white bucket that smelled strongly of fried chicken, clogged arteries, and good life choices rested on the counter in front of her,
She’s a ghost!” she exclaimed. “And you’re adorable,” said Mary.
The car’s interior was real leather, and smelled buttery and rich, like I was wrapped in a cocoon made of nothing but the idea of money.
“Don’t you own any real clothing?” “I’m a minimum wage Park employee,” I said. “If I can’t get it for a discount at the company store, I don’t own it.”
I wanted to return this entire day to the factory and get a replacement, one with less fire and screaming and unexpected death.
his lips tasted like bad coffee, diner pie, and terrible decisions, and none of that mattered one damn bit.
“People are why we can’t have nice things.” “Pretty much.”
Cylia was looking at him with curiosity, and not asking. The sound of her not asking was almost loud enough to fill the car.
“I haven’t been fresh meat for years. I’m old and tough and sort of spoiled now.”
I won’t say you can trust me, because I don’t know you well enough to make that kind of promise.
I didn’t get a degree from metaphor school, all right?
I clapped my hands, chanting, “Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse.” “How many times do I need to tell you, that’s borderline offensive and not a good way to summon a ghooooo . . .”
“All right, before the dead woman comes back to my apartment and what the hell is this day even doing, I want you to explain,” snapped Cylia. “Now.”
“Lemonade isn’t food,” said Fern disapprovingly. “We could order pizza.” “Pizza is food,” I agreed.
filled my pockets with problems for other people to deal with.
The thing about riding gallantly into battle is that unless something is actively trying to kill you right now, it’s probably a good idea to eat first.
But if you hurt her—” “Ma’am, I am not intending to hurt her, and if I did, I promise you, I’d regret it.”
