...the very, very old fae tended to go through an unhealthy stage of boredom that was often followed by a period of ‘goin’ doololly.
E.J. StevensYuki, you have plans after school tomorrow?” Calvin turned to me and asked.
How does he raise one brow like that? Does he practice in the mirror?
“Nope, no plans yet,” I said flipping my hair as I looked at him over my shoulder. I can use cool poses too Calvin Miller.
My research methods were extremely advanced. I Googled vinegar.
E.J. StevensYuki?” Calvin asked.
“Yeah?” I asked turning back to him.
“Thanks for giving me a chance,” he said and smiling his toothy grin he started walking back to his truck.
Who else is going to dig through a compost heap with me? It must be love.
If I hadn’t stopped to thank the ghoul, I might not be covered in rotting, slimy, dead guy. I shook my head ruefully and continued walking. No good deed goes unpunished.
E.J. StevensMots clés urban-fantasy ivy-granger e-j-stevens ghost-light
Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.
E.J. StevensMots clés paranormal detective faeries urban-fantasy snarky
I’d been called a freak, and worse, all through school. Now that I’d finally graduated, I was sick of it. I’d hoped that no one would ever call me names again. Oh well, if wishes were flying monkeys, we’d all be wearing tiny hats.
E.J. StevensMots clés humor paranormal young-adult pirates ya flying-monkeys
As far as plans went, it was like facing the zombie apocalypse with a nail file and a bag of Skittles. It might work, but chances were good that I'd die a horrible, painful death.
At least the end would be filled with fruity, candy goodness. And for my dramatic death scene I could whisper, in a creepy, quivery death rattle, taste the rainbow. Boy would those zombies be confused.
Mots clés zombie-apocalypse
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