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21 " This could, quite possibly, be the dumbest thing she’d ever done: pursuing a poisonous basilisk into a cave during an earthquake in the company of a bunch of dead guys, armed with a potato cannon and a six-pack of lye. Never mind her soggy pink fiberglass armor. This was going to be an epic way to die. The "
― Laura Bickle , Mercury Retrograde (Dark Alchemy, #2)
22 " That is my mom. The lady who made Christmas cookies every year and never figured out how to drive a stick shift. My mom is a Jedi. "
― Laura Bickle , Pawned
23 " Shoulders slumped in defeat, I turned to walk away. The drugstore had caved under the force of my criminal will, but the Coke machine was virtuous. Inviolate. "
― Laura Bickle , The Hallowed Ones (The Hallowed Ones, #1)
24 " I began to murmur the Lord's Prayer in thanks."Shit," Mrs. Parsall said. "
25 " The men in black walked back across the field, back to their dry homes, like crows returning to the nest. I trailed behind them, a confused and drenched brown sparrow behind the flock. "
26 " Once upon a time when his chances of survival were greater than a mosquito in a bat cave. Dallas "
27 " Maybe those campers were into something strange,” Maria mused. “Did you see any Ouija boards or salt circles? Any summoning Cthulhu with a pop-up gate to hell? I hear the Dark Lord loves toasted marshmallows. "
28 " Did you see any Ouija boards or salt circles? Any summoning Cthulhu with a pop-up gate to hell? I hear the Dark Lord loves toasted marshmallows. "
29 " Flowers, in my experience, tended to taste bitter, "
30 " She was interrupted by Sig’s growling. The coyote had strayed away from the snowmobiles, pressing his nose to the ground. His hackles had risen and his ears were perked forward. "
― Laura Bickle , Nine of Stars (Dark Alchemy #3)
31 " My ancestors’ spellbooks said that when a witch walks in her lover’s dreams, that he was fated to be hers. "
― Laura Bickle , Shifting Summer
32 " She’d arrived at the conclusion that, no matter how charmed she thought the lives of witches and wizards were from her childhood stories . . . everyone had problems. Dead, undead, human, wolf . . . didn’t matter. Everyone was fucked in their own special way. "
33 " Cellular signals and wires tracked people through ephemeral data and invisible networks in an ever-shrinking world. Was it still possible to disappear in this day and age? "
34 " He watched her, as she looked up at the sky, her hair curtaining her face. Orion glowed softly above. He remembered that was the title of her favorite poem. Orion. She wasn’t a sentimental sort, but she had moments of deep feeling. There was a curious kind of romance about her, not the florid descriptions of poetry. But some of the stripped-down simplicity of prose clung to her, some grace. She crossed back to the trailer entrance "