Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field.
The surprise is on the far side.” “You’re sure?” “Positive.” “It better not be another fairy,” Seth said. “What’s the matter with fairies?” “I’ve already seen about a billion of them and also they turned me into a walrus.
I wanted to keep others from wasting their time pursuing the Word. And I couldn’t ditch Rachel.” Galloran smiled. “Truly, you are possessed by that species of madness that begets heroism.
In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra’s death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.
I would read a book, okay, are you happy?” You had best be careful, Seth,” Grandma warned. “The love of reading can be contagious.” I just lost my appetite,” he declared.
Hours of crisis often call for sacrifice. In matters of consequence, when have doubt and fear given the best advice? Why not heed faith, courage, and honor?
