Cheryl Archbold

“Rocket," I said, straightening in the chair. "Donovan was just helping me with my contacts."

Donovan raised his brows humorously.

Rocket furrowed his. "Did you swallow them?”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“Resist much, obey little.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small,
Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark, it's midnight, children dear.
Duck! Here comes another year!”
― Ogden Nash, Collected Verse from 1929 On

“Just because your lover died doesn't mean you can't find another. Besides, if
you don't start dating again your parents will intervene and I've met your parents, they scare the crap out of me."
Anthony shivered at the memory of his parents'
matchmaking skills. "Last time they fixed me up with a fairy."
Steven snorted. "I thought you didn't like labels."
"No. He was an actual fairy, you know, from Faeland."
That got Steven's full attention. "What happened?"
Anthony shrugged. "Let's just say it didn't work out.”
― Amber Kell, Attracting Anthony