Darkness Falls

Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak.

You went to all that trouble just for my body?" I said, amazed and so grateful. Reyn looked up, irritation on his face. "Yeah. We were going to have you stuffed, as an example to future students." I grinned, "You could put me on wheels, move me from room to room.

Come with me," Reyn said. "I want to show you something." Frankly, I had expected something more original. "Really?" I asked, "That's it? That's what you came up with?

No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya

Tracy looked at me with affectionate pity. "You feel alive. Regular people feel dead." "I have new batteries in.

Most of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being surprised about where I was waking up. (“No, Officer, I have no idea why I’m wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.”)

you dress like that all the time. Like a man.”My eyes widened. “I don’t dress like a man,” I said. “I dress practically. Because I live on a farm. And do icky, farmy things all the time.” Lorenz grinned, which was breathtaking. “A cute little man.

Drag all the skeletons out where we can see ’em,” she said softly.“That’s the only way to get rid of them. They hate the sun light.

Okay, welcome to Creepy Territory. Here's your map.

I noticed Incy smiling at me as I rounded up my third or fourth doll-size éclair. I mean, I get the whole precious-food thing. But give me a big honking éclair, know what I'm saying?

I said honestly. “You can only be formed by your society.” I came up with a quote I had heard once: “ ‘Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.’

Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak." Yes I'm suave. I'm mysterious. My name is Crowe -- Nastasya Crowe.

It was revolting that I had been like that. Shameful. Disgraceful, in the old-time sense of the word. And what was even worse? That I could now see myself so wretchedly clearly. I had changed, I recognized bitterly.I hated that I could see myself as I was. What a terrible thing to know. I would never be able to not know it, to forget it.I didn't see how I could ever forgive River for that.

Good Lord, if Incy could be helped… then I was a freaking picnic.

Did I know any useful spells? Why no, I sure didn't. But go on, ask me the Latin name of, like, foxglove. Digitalis purpurea. You're welcome.

I woke up the next afternoon cotton-mouthed with a splitting, and I do mean splitting, headache. When I raised my head, I half expected to leave large chunks of it on my pillow, like a broken melon. Sorry. It was a really bad headache.

Actually, now that I thought about it, I couldn't place when our "bests" had been. When had either one of us been at our best? Hmm. There might be a message here somewhere. I'll let you know if I find it.