Blue Dahlia

Oh, for heaven's sake, Harper, I didn't just pee on the floor. My water broke.' 'What water?' He blinked, then went pale as a corpse. 'That water. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. Sit. Sit, or... I'll get-' An ambulance. The marines. 'My mother.

Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.

Planting a flower's like opening a book, because either way you're starting something. And your garden's your library.

Plus it's just embarrassing when someone - oops.' She pressed a hand to her side, and had the blood draining out of Harper's face. 'What? What?' 'Nothing. baby's moving around. Sometimes it gives me a jolt is all.' 'You should stand up. You should sit down.

I’m not looking for a man right now. Too damn much trouble. Even when it’s good, they take a lot of time, effort, and energy. I’m enjoying using all that time, effort, and energy on myself.

Maybe some could say that changing her mind was part of her problem. But she didn’t think so. If you never changed your mind, what was the point of having one? It seemed to Hayley she’d known too many people who were stuck with one way of thinking, and how could that be using the brain God gave you.

With her, the early bird doesn't just catch the worm, but has time to sauté it with a nice plum sauce for breakfast.

What was it like, she wondered, to wake up every morning knowing exactly where you belonged and where you were going?

Stairs are sturdy, but need to be sanded and buffed up.” He led her up, and she imagined paint on the walls,

Where are the sacred forms, and the ritual knife so I can slice open a vein and sign them in blood?