I made the decision. I want you more than I want heaven, more than I want to be an angel. I love you more than who I was created to be.
If knowledge is lacking, your destruction is inevitable.
He paused in the hallway, sniffing the air. He scowled, sniffed some more. He pressed an intercom button on the wall.
“Betty, I distinctly smell sewage. Could you get a plumber out here ASAP?”
Several curly hairs fluttered in the air after he was gone.
I clutched at the arm of the dentist chair.
“This isn’t a joke, Tub! I’m in trouble. We’re all in trouble, the whole town, the whole world! You have no clue. You have no idea what kind of things we’re dealing with here. There’s a whole land of —
Screw fairy tales. My life was way more interesting.
I’m sure all of that’s true. Especially the anal bit–Marshall’s always been an ass–but I don’t see how this is relevant, unless of course I’m mistaken, and you really are comparing me to a crumb that needs sweeping. – Shella
El amor es para valientes.
And to do something that helps your coven survive, even after your own death, is the greatest gift you can possibly give them…
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Oh. C’mon, pretty girl. I like it when ya scream.
Time to leave for me to Dream