Quote of the Day
Cookie had yet to fully recover. He tilted his head in greeting
as though tipping an invisible hat.
The smile that stole across her face was the stuff of legend. Or, well, Rice Krispie treats: soft, sweet and on the verge of melting into a lump of sticky goo. She offered him a breathy hi, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to chuckle. Not because I was worried about embarrassing her. Embarrassing her was one of my main goals in life. Right behind designing wedgie-free boxer shorts.
~ Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet
The smile that stole across her face was the stuff of legend. Or, well, Rice Krispie treats: soft, sweet and on the verge of melting into a lump of sticky goo. She offered him a breathy hi, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to chuckle. Not because I was worried about embarrassing her. Embarrassing her was one of my main goals in life. Right behind designing wedgie-free boxer shorts.
~ Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet
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