Worm

“Tristan pulled a dagger from his coat— because, apparently, Tristan carted bloody weapons around in his coat—”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Trust her gut?
Her gut was currently telling her to run her hands through Tristan’s dark hair.
She wasn’t so sure her gut was reliable.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Okay, so when is the mother ship coming to pick us up?” I ask worriedly. “The what?” Reed asks with confusion clouding his eyes. “The mother ship, you know, aliens?” I ask tensely. He gives me an impatient look. “Aliens?” he scoffs. “We’re not aliens then?” I reply, not even trying to keep the relief out of my voice. “No!” he says emphatically as he searches my face—probably for other signs of mental illness. Sighing, I ask, “Then what are we, Reed? Because seriously, if some big alien bug cracks me open from the inside and starts wiggling out, I’m going to be really ticked off that you didn’t warn me.”
― Amy A. Bartol, Inescapable

“You are not a samurai, Nate. You’re a medically-savvy immortal with Star Wars bed sheets.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry