Of course, when we got home, we found that Dagda had peed on my down comforter. He had also eaten part of Mom's maidenhair fern and barfed it up on the carpet. Then he had apparently worked himself into a frenzy sharpening his ting by amazingly effective claws on the armrest of my dad's favorite chair.
Now he was asleep on a pillow, curled up like a fuzzy little snail.
"God, he's so cute," I said, shaking my head.
Better stupid and safe that smart and dead.
Cate TiernanYou have to admit he's good looking," Bree pressed, leaning against my kitchen counter.
"Of course I admit it. I'm not blind," I said, busily opening cans.
Robbie turned to the house again. "Got a flashlight?"
"Of course not." I smirked. "That would make me too well prepared, wouldn't it?
I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.
Cate TiernanStay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal.
I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.
Everything is fine and bright. Day must follow every night. My power keeps me safe from harm. The Goddess holds me in her arms.
Cate TiernanI don't love you. But I see the value of you, the incredible worth of you, more than anyone I've ever known.
Cate TiernanMots clés a-feather-of-stone balefire
You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.
Cate TiernanMots clés a-feather-of-stone balefire
But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.
Cate TiernanMots clés love
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