Kestral Young

“Tell me,
what is it you plan to do
with your one
wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver

“It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye," Ferbus said too loudly. "Then it's one-eyed fun.”
― Gina Damico, Croak

“Then something happened in the next two seconds, but neither Lex nor Driggs would be able to recall exactly what. All they knew was that after it was over, their eyes met once again, this time in horror.
“Why did you just kiss my ear?” Lex asked nervously.
Driggs winced. “Because you turned your head.”
“I thought that tree . .  . moved.”
“Oh.”
Another moment of silence.
Driggs bit his lip. “Do you mind if I try again?”
She swallowed. “Okay.”
Then something else happened, and this time both Lex and Driggs would remember exactly what it was.”
― Gina Damico, Croak

“You know,” she said to Ferbus, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
Not in the mood for his antics, Lex grabbed a pair of scissors and brandished them in his face. “I really suggest you rid your work space of sharp objects, we wouldn’t want any unfortunate castrations, now would we?”
“Driggs!” Ferbus yelled into the spidery Lair, where Driggs had wandered to get away from their constant squabbling. “Your partner is threatening to neuter me!”
“Yeah, she does that,” Driggs said from within.”
― Gina Damico, Croak