I swallow and freeze for a moment, feeling her gaze on the base of my neck. No, she wouldn't hurt you, Luce. She wouldn't. Composing myself, I step forward again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
My eyes grow even more red and I resist from attacking, shaking slightly before closing my eyes and running fast past him. His scent enters me right as I do and I freeze in my tracks, my eyes opening again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children. — Madeleine L'Engle, Author