Cormick! Anything even remotely resembling trespassing and breaking and entering is going to look bad to a parole officer!'
Cormick stopped, then turned and headed back to the car, 'I hate that.'
I thought a moment, 'I'm not on parole.' I started for the box...
'Don't touch anything you find,' Cormick said as we passed each other.
This city had been a city for two thousand years, and I could feel that with every step I took. bits of all that time were still here, alive, even if it was just in the form of collective memory.
Carrie VaughnI was a creature of the night, I wasn't supposed to be afraid of the dark. Not that it was the dark I was afraid of--it was the other creatures of the night.
Carrie VaughnYou know, it isn't that were particularly good at granting wishes, or finding things or, well, anything. Playing tricks, maybe. but we pay attention. We find the loose thread that everyone else misses and tug. It makes us look so very clever.
Carrie VaughnTags: faeries
But the longing was the phantom ache of an amputated limb. It was part of her, and most of the time she didn't notice. But certain moments were like reaching for something with a hand that wasn't there.
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