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She fiddled with her ponytail, messing with the ends for a while, smoothing it out, then eventually settling on braiding it. "Cute kid," she said as she turned her loose ...

Queenie had, by now, searched the car. The general consensus was that Adam was absolutely, irrevocably, boring . So Queenie went back to planning a murder. Soon enough, though, Adam ...

The boy hurried out after the others, slinging his fiddle case over his shoulder. The large man with the artwork on his arms was quite enthusiastic about getting outside, and ...

Queenie had spent the drive trying her best to tune out the headache-inducing music and plotting a course for what she would do next. Or, that was what she'd tried ...

Queenie Ringly: Pale, blue-eyed blondie, her clothes a casual display of her family's wealth with custom cut and designed jeans and Tshirt, the top bearing a crown design and being ...

"Just because I know about demons doesn't mean I can necessarily do magic," Harper said, "The pastor is always ranting on and on about demons and stuff and he can't ...

Kate's eyes flashed a dangerous shade the moment what's-his-face with the big gun and the habit of brooding off to the side spoke to her. Calculating. Fucking brute. "Listen here," ...

Queenie watched the scene unfold with some concern. At first she thought she should go to the people who looked very, very human, but now she wasn't so sure. Pick ...

She nodded, "Yeah, we should get on the road." She fiddled with her sleeves, and in the process discovered she was wearing a chunky, gaudy timepiece, complete with fake jewels ...

Queenie Ringly: An eight-year-old girl with bright, curly blonde hair pulled up in a high ponytail with a bright red scrunchy. Her blue eyes are the color of diamonds - ...

"Woe is me that I must suffer the unjust wrath of the nightwalking creature of blood and fang!" Connery cried once the foul-mouthed girl was out of earshot. He wasn't ...

Queenie nodded, "Yeah, that sounds just fine." The name of the familiar city was music to her ears. Maybe this place was many, many years behind hers in development, but ...

Queenie fiddled with her ponytail. It was long, and heavy . She was used to that, but it still wouldn't hurt to sit down. Or, better yet, she might be ...

Rage burned in Kate's eyes and sharpened her movements as she snatched a sword from a bumbling guard who wasn't paying enough attention, kicking him to the ground. His helmet ...

She sidestepped the grave so he could place the flowers down. For an awkward moment she stood there, waiting for him to be done with his little mourning ritual. She ...