SnowySilence

“I’m not sure I can physically handle much more of this “getting out of bed” nonsense.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“cities like this, one’s neighbors often became one’s family. It was something that didn’t happen enough in the United States.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“That big, beautiful ball of fire I’d so often complained about as a resident of New Mexico, where sunshine was damned near a daily occurrence.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“I smiled and looked down a microsecond before gasping in horror. The white gown I'd materialized in was like gauze and completely see-through. I slammed the jeans to my chest and hugged them, searching for the little boy, but he'd ducked back behind the lockers.

"That poor kid is going to be scarred for life. Or, well, afterlife."

Reyes chuckled. "Yeah, I doubt that.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave