You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.
Moira YoungYou got no idea, do you? You got no idea how beautiful you are.
Moira YoungMots clés love beautiful too-cute
Why'd you come after me? he says. Back at Hopetown. That cellblock was on fire. You'd hafta be crazy to go in there. But you did. You risked yer life to save mine an you didn't even know me.
Moira YoungI close my eyes. My bones sob. Throb. I'm so weary with tryin to hold myself together. Tryin to hold back the darkness.
Moira YoungWell, says Mercy, maybe it's time you started makin up your own mind about things. As far as I'm concerned, stars is just...stars.
She tips her head back. She stares at the sky so long, it's almost like she's up there with the stars an the moon an the planets, like she's fergot we're here. I clear my throat. She gives a start. Smiles at us.
Of course, she says, there's always a chance I could be wrong.
She's packed her topside fundamentals so tight into her low-cut dress that it's only a matter of time before she busts her banks.
Moira YoungMots clés funny lilith-and-meg
Lugh's decided to stick with bein mad at me. It's like traveling with a storm cloud. One of them that hangs low an heavy. The kind that builds an broods an keeps on buildin an brood in till everybody's got a sick headache.
Moira YoungMots clés simile imagery harboring-anger
I'm alert, full of purpose, free. An few the first time in a long time, I can breathe.
Moira YoungMots clés freedom follow-your-own-path
Thing is, he says, in my line of work, you spend a lot of time sittin. A dress lets the breeze up...cool yer dingles down. There's a lot to be said fer a skirt.
Moira YoungMots clés humor
They call me the Angel of Death.
That’s because I ain’t never lost a fight.
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