Sam was starting to feel anxious. Nutella and noodles were fine. Great in fact. Miraculous. But he'd been hoping for more food more water more medicine something. It was absurdly like Christmas morning when he was little: hoping for something he couldn't even put a name to. A game changer. Something...amazing.
Michael GrantCaine raised the debris off himself.
The bugs were all gone. He saw the tail of one as it raced away.
If he went after them, he'd probably get killed.
But stay here and do what? Be safe? He'd have been safe on the island. He hadn't come back to be safe.
Two possible outcomes: the bugs killed everyone and then who would Caine rule over? Or the bugs were defeated by someone else. And then how would he ever get control? Power would go to whoever won this fight.
Still Caine hesitated. A big, warm bed. A beautiful girl to share it with. Food. Water. Everything he needed, just a few miles away on the island. The logical, rational answer was obvious.
"Which is why the world stays messed up," Caine said under his breath. "People aren't rational."
He took a few deep, steadying breaths, and prepared to die for power. (p435)
But there was one bully to rule them all, one bully to find them, one bully to bring them all and in the darkness pound them.
Michael GrantStichwörter: the-fayz
Eriskigal, or as some say it, Erishkigal, is Morgan le Fay, Kali, Persephone, and Hel.'
'She's Hel all right,' Jarrah muttered.
Stichwörter: humor
An old love of my uncle's. Her name was Nott."
"Not what?"
"Nott. Just Nott."
Mack waited as long as he could before asking, "Not what?"
"Nott. That was he name. Nott."
"Is that a joke?" Mack asked. "Like one of those 'not' jokes? Like if I said, 'I like your dress...not.'"
"What's the matter with my dress?" Xiao asked, a little irritated.
Leaning forward, Jarrah asked, "Not what?"
"Not a what, a who," Mack explained to Jarrah. "Nothing!" he answered Xiao's question.
"Okay, then," Jarrah said. "Not who?"
"Are we there yet?" Stefan asked.
"I think Nott was Shen Long's girlfriend," Mack yelled back to Jarrah. The wind was fierce and cold now that Shen Long was picking up speed.
"Then what's this about nothing?" Jarrah asked.
"It's not about nothing," Mack said. "It's about Nott."
There was a moment or two of silence. Then Jarrah said, "You know, I could push you right off this dragon's back."
Mack thought that over for a second or two then said, "I'd prefer you not. Heh.
Stichwörter: humor
the devil does not have a fork Brianna, he has a whip
Michael GrantStichwörter: gone-lies-micheal-grant
welcome to the FAYZ. Wherever, whenever or whyever that is
Michael GrantStichwörter: the-fayz gone-series sam-temple
Sam could not help but be pleased. "So. Astrid needs me."
Brianna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Sam, you're still necessary. You're like a god to us mere mortals. We can't live without you. Later we're going to build you a temple. Satisfied?
Sometimes I think He looks down and says, "Wow, look what those idiots are up to now. I guess I better help them along a little.
Michael GrantSometimes, if I really strain my brain, I can do multiplication.
Michael GrantStichwörter: sam
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