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I can be optimistic. It’s allowed. It’s impractical, and I usually regret it later, but I still indulge on occasion.
“Choux pastry puffs make surprisingly good building blocks, and caramel is the best glue.”
You can’t value the dead above the living.
“Why involve her?” Why involve me? Selfish? Yes. Whiny? Also yes. But come on. Did karma really have no one else to pick on?
I’ll trade my life for the bones of your wife, that I murdered and hid from you while I imprisoned you and raised your only child to be a psychopath.
“I wish I could make this better for you.” “You’ve been making everything better for me since the day I met you.”
“I hate crying.” I shoved away from him. “I hate feelings.” “Feelings hate you too.” He ruffled my hair like a big brother. “That’s why they’ve ganged up on you.” “I want to punch them all in their touchy-feely faces.”
“You know what will make you feel better?” Like a lady, I sniffed and wiped tears and snot on my shirt. “Punching someone else in the face?” “That’s my girl.”
“Maybe avert your eyes, though. The dragon burnt off his clothes.” “Oh no.” A faint vibration from a laugh she tried to swallow hit me. “His poor wig.” “This case has been brutal on his hairdrobe for sure.”
There comes a point where you must stop looking back on the person you were and judging the person you are by their standards. You can’t be two people at once. You’re either New You or Old You. There is no in between. Me? I had a crick in my neck from looking over my shoulder.
Put more than two people together, mix in an ounce of excitement, and you became an instant cat herder.
“Look who’s awake.” Clay rested on his mattress, propped up on one elbow. “Perv One and Perv Two.” “And you thought violence was the answer?” “With you two?” He pretended to consider it. “Yes.”
“You’re pretty.” Emmett studied me. “I can feel how evil you are, witch. Evil shouldn’t be pretty.” “I thought about cosmetic surgery. A mole here, a chin hair there, but it was out of my price range.”
On an overgrown tract of land outside Samford, the three of us walked into a barn full of daemons. They were…terrifying. It gave me hope they were up to the task.
“I couldn’t do this without you.” I pressed my face into his shirt. “Even if you did let them call me princess.” “I could have gone with Future Queen of my Heart.” “Hardy har har.”
“I should start braiding your hair into a crown.” “I’m not a princess,” I grumped. “I’m not wearing a crown made out of hair.” “I bet you would if your spit muffin donated for it.”
