Crowbones (The World of the Others #3; The Others #8)

by Anne Bishop

On the other hand, he firmly believed that ignorance was bullshit, not bliss. Given a choice, he’d rather lose some sleep and have a chance to wake up the next morning.

I grumbled my way out of bed, opened the drapes, and stared blearily out the window. Apparently the sun was also not a morning person today, which made me feel a little better. I was aligned with nature. Go, me.

Based on the look Michael gave Julian, I think he wanted something more stabby than a mere pen, but he sat while the book-buying frenzy took place.

“You should tell the humans to pay attention and be grateful that you yell at them when they are doing something stupid.”

With the roads closed, humans were getting panicky about toilet paper, so it was better not to leave something valuable unattended.

there was some kind of commotion in the TV room, but Aggie said it was under control. I knew she meant the shit had hit the fan, but I was going to pretend to believe her until backup arrived.

You can’t fall if you’re already on the floor when you faint. Words to live by. I just hoped, whatever had happened outside, no bits of dead human had gotten on the nice new books.

“Some human was being stoooopid. Did you confiscate his camera?” I frowned and pinched a black fluff feather out of the glass of orange juice I was holding. “Could have been a her camera. Stupidity is an equal opportunity, you know.”

“Okay, Chief. We’ll batten down the hatches. Full speed ahead.” Why did I say that? Who knows? It made sense to Anxiety Brain.