SnowySilence

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

“Uncle Bob was about to kill the lot of us, screaming about how unfair it was to play poker with a bunch of mutants with supernatural gifts. I felt the name-calling was a not-so-silent cry for help, but he refused to agree to therapy. Donovan offered to roofie him, so that was nice. I shook my head, though. He'd totally arrest us all. Especially me.”
― 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

“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