Danielle

“Lunch is served!" I shouted.

The brothers wasted no time. Kishan reached for the chicken, and Ren, the cookies. I smacked their hands away and handed each one a bacterial wipe.

Kishan grumbled, "Kells, I ate my food raw off the ground for three hundred years. I really don't think a little dirt's going to kill me.”
― Colleen Houck, Tiger's Voyage

“I poked my stomach covertly. It still seemed pretty lean to me. Obviously, I wasn’t built like a supermodel, but all the swimming and workouts were keeping me trim enough. Kishan took my hand, squeezed it, and brushed a kiss on my fingers before setting it back onto my lap. I smiled at him in gratitude.”
― Colleen Houck, Tiger's Voyage

“After a moment, he (Ren) elaborated, "By the way, I didn't say you weren't attractive. I just said you're young."

"So is Nilima by your standards. You're more than three hundred years old!"

"That's true." He grinned lopsidedly in an attempt to get me to smile.

"Technically, you should be dating a very old lady." A tiny smile passed my lips.”
― Colleen Houck, Tiger's Voyage

“Wow,” I said. “That story is disturbing on so many different levels. One thing that’s mystifying about Indian mythology is how often the names change. The skin color changes – she’s golden, she’s black, she’s pink. Her name changes – she’s Durga, Kali, Parvati. Her personality changes – she’s a loving mother, she’s a fierce warrior, she’s terrible in her wrath, she’s a lover, she’s vengeful, she’s weak and mortal, then she’s powerful and can’t be defeated. Then there’s her marital status – she’s sometimes single, sometimes married. It’s hard to keep all the stories straight.”

Ren snickered. “Sounds like a normal woman to me.”
― Colleen Houck