Drag all the skeletons out where we can see ’em,” she said softly.“That’s the only way to get rid of them. They hate the sun light.
Cate TiernanMost of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being
surprised about where I was waking up. (“No, Officer, I have no idea why I’m wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.”)
I cared about them. I wanted them to feel better, to live better lives. And then it occurred to me - I cared about myself. I wanted me to live a better life, too Caring about myself was allowing me to care about others.
Cate TiernanMots clés friends love hope suicide coping realization
Maybe what River had meant was that time itself was like a river, moving steadily forward, and you got to be in a new river every day, every hour. All my life I'd felt like a lake. A lake where everyhting was contained, forever. All my experiences, all the different people I'd been, everything I'd had, everything I'd lost...I carried them around with me, all the time
Cate TiernanMots clés inspirational time hope realization burden
Don't say I never gave you anything," he said. " I gave you the stars. Good night, little sister.
Cate TiernanMots clés changeling sweep morgan cate-tiernan killian
At the end of the summer the sea always seems to be railing against the thought of another long, fierce New England winter.
Cate TiernanDid I know any useful spells? Why no, I sure didn't. But go on, ask me the Latin name of, like, foxglove. Digitalis purpurea. You're welcome.
Cate TiernanMots clés nastasya
I woke up the next afternoon cotton-mouthed with a splitting, and I do mean splitting, headache. When I raised my head, I half expected to leave large chunks of it on my pillow, like a broken melon.
Sorry. It was a really bad headache.
Mots clés nastasya
Actually, now that I thought about it, I couldn't place when our "bests" had been. When had either one of us been at our best? Hmm. There might be a message here somewhere. I'll let you know if I find it.
Cate TiernanI noticed Incy smiling at me as I rounded up my third or fourth doll-size éclair. I mean, I get the whole precious-food thing. But give me a big honking éclair, know what I'm saying?
Cate TiernanMots clés nastasya
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