I can’t see through clothes or anything. Just glamour skin. Except I can see through all of you, since your clothes aren’t real.” I stopped, horrified. “I mean, I don’t look—It’s hard to see you, and I like looking at your real face, but I don’t try to see anything, because—Oh gosh, this sounds terrible.”
He had a funny look on his face, like he wasn’t sure what to think. “Huh. That’s never been an issue before. Maybe next time you could bring me some shorts.
What are you?" I whispered.
"What are you?"
Offended, I frowned. "Human."
"Funny, me too."
"No, you're not."
"Funny, neither are you."
I set my jaw and glared. What a jerk. "Why did you come here?"
My voice came from his mouth, disconcerting as always. "I could ask you the same thing. Are you going to kill me?
Stichwörter: evie-and-lend
Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?
Kiersten WhiteNo,you're officially banned from listening to us. Or thinking about this. Or even thinking about thinking about this, understand?
Kiersten WhiteTasers are a one-size-fits-all paranormal butt-kicking option.
Kiersten WhiteWhy does IPCA use them if they’re evil?” he asked, confused.
“They aren’t evil. They aren’t even really immoral, per se. They’re amoral. They don’t operate on the same level that we do. For a faerie, the only thing that matters is what they want. That’s their good. Anything else is superfluous. So like how they kidnap people, not a big deal—they want the person, they take him. Or killing someone. If you live forever, how much does one mortal life matter in the scheme of things? When you exist outside time, cutting off the forty years a person has left is a non-issue. They don’t even notice.
Stichwörter: morality faeries evie lend
Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.
Kiersten WhiteWhen I caught up, I grabbed Jack’s arm. “What are you
doing here?” “Hiding! That’s how you play the game, right? I thought
the title hide-and-seek was fairly self-explanatory. Then
again, you are blond.” “So are you, idiot. Again, what are you doing here?
Stichwörter: blonde-humor
Then the other door opened. I wen't rigid. If I had thought Reth's was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a pond. I hadn't seen many souls, but I knew this one was special. I wanted it. I needed it.
Kiersten WhiteStichwörter: beautiful
Faeries and vampires were glittery now? Honestly.
Kiersten WhiteStichwörter: skepticism twilight
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