I’m Not A Warrior Or A Goddess,”

He Smiled And Tapped My Nose. "two Thank-yous In As Many Days. I Don't Suppose I'll Get To See Any, Uh, Special Gratitude?" I Scoffed. "nope. You'll Just Have To Imagine It." He Gave Me A Half-hug And Released Me. "fair Enough. But I Have A Good Imagination.

She Stared At Me With Concern A Few Moments Longer And Then Relaxed A Little. "okay. But If You Need Anything—" "i Know, I Know. Call On The Love Phone.

Yeah? What'd You Name All Those Cats?" Death, Famine, Pestilence, War, And Mr. Whiskers." You Named Your Cats After The Riders Of The Apocal--wait. Mr. Whiskers?" Well, There Are Only Four Horsemen.

Brayden Met My Eyes. His Were Hazel, Almost Like Eddie’s But With A Little Green. Not As Much Green As Adrian’s, Of Course. No One’s Eyes Were That Amazingly Green.

Seth Moved Behind Me, His Presence Steady And Reassuring. Waiting To Catch Me, Even Though I Refused To Fall Just Yet.