Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak." Yes I'm suave. I'm mysterious. My name is Crowe -- Nastasya Crowe.
Cate TiernanMots clés nastasya
Okay, welcome to Creepy Territory. Here's your map.
Cate TiernanMots clés nastasya
Tracy looked at me with affectionate pity. "You feel alive. Regular people feel dead."
"I have new batteries in.
Is that a hat?" I asked, pouring eight rounds of batter into the griddle.
She grinned at me. "A sweater." She held it up -- it was triangular, made of speckled brown and white mohair.
"For...a Muppet?" I asked.
"For the naked chicken," she said, and snickered.
I can't help who I am," I pointed out. "i mean, do you think I should just hide?" I tapped one finger against my chin. "Gee, if only there was some place, some safe place, like in the middle of freaking nowhere, where I could surround myself with strong immortals and maybe learn how to protect myself and...oh, wait!" I looked at Solis, my eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my God--that sounds like here! It sounds like I'm already actually doing exactly what you thing I should be doing! Awesome!
Cate TiernanI turned off the griddle and shoved the heavy platter at Ottavio. "Carry these in for me, willya, Ott? And the ones on top are for you."
[...]
The pancakes on top had been shaped like a certain part of the male anatomy that seemed synonymous with Ottavio, to my way of thinking.
Let's here it for modern dentistry, eh?" I said, and he grimaced. Actually, as much as people dislike going to the dentist now, try doing it two hundred years ago, when having a cavity meant some quack knocking it out with a chisel and a hammer in the market square. With no anesthetic.
Cate TiernanWhat?" I wanted to climb him like a tree.
Cate TiernanIt was revolting that I had been like that. Shameful. Disgraceful, in the old-time sense of the word. And what was even worse? That I could now see myself so wretchedly clearly. I had changed, I recognized bitterly.I hated that I could see myself as I was. What a terrible thing to know. I would never be able to not know it, to forget it.I didn't see how I could ever forgive River for that.
Cate TiernanMots clés the-past coming-to-terms nastasya
Good Lord, if Incy could be helped… then I was a freaking picnic.
Cate TiernanMots clés easy-work nastasya incy crazy-mental
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