I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
R.L. LaFeversStichwörter: first-sentence abortion birthmarks
I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff?
R.L. LaFeversStichwörter: humor supernatural childrens-books
I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.
R.L. LaFeversStichwörter: cats sadness affection
... true faith never comes without anguish.
R.L. LaFeversGod's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.'
'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife.
'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.
There is no shame in scars, Ismae.
R.L. LaFeversSurely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.
R.L. LaFeversWhenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours....
R.L. LaFeversI pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting.
R.L. LaFeversSo.... You are well equipped for our service.'
'Which is?'
'We kill people.
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