The Crossing of the Veil wasn't to be attempted when one was pregnant. Moreso, if both parents were from strong magical families, as hers were. In fact, both the pinnacles of their

Haystack Calhoun was a name I just remembered because I remembered it just now. It wasn't necessarily that way, but it was typical for that time and that place. Or so it seemed at

I'm taking great care of what you entrusted into my fold. I refuse to speak its name lest I come to its attention but you know the fellow I'm pointing too. I smell a brimstone on a

I have higher eyes upon me now and I owe it to the junk in my trunk. You were to born too early to flaunt your butt like I twerk it, Mom. I take joy in my lady bumps and so should

Sometimes we don't see everything & we don't know someone's cross to bear count. The bears seem to unarm the Paulists, who think they're Christians, pretty quickly after the bell.

Rick managed to "once upon a time" himself over & over for a couple infinities at a minimum. Somehow, that made a life for Rick. A life that didn't always jive right with reality.

Does it take a superhero actuary to work out the actuary table on a superhero actuary? Can a superhero actuary be a secret supervillain actuary? Or even, Jove forbid, a Claims Adju

I'm concerned about all these new superhero actuaries that are flying all about in a flurry to here and/or/not there on a whim of a chance. Once I again I couldn't stop them before

I don't mean Rheinmann, either. It might have had its day but that day wasn't today. That is all I have got to say about that. Except all the other things I will say about it later

I sure knocked it out of the park on this morning's coffee. The only way it could have gotten further out of the park was if you were playing a completely different Non-Euclidiean

What else, indeed. Horace thought a lot about what else. What else could be behind these mysterious deaths and those loud noises from the interloper's sticks? What else would be

that vengeance was quite cold. So cold that it didn't matter. You'd lost the connection when you threw that switch and told them to live, "Live God Damn it! Live!" What else could

Unfortunately, the only way to defend out speech capabilities was by using that very same "smug monkey talk". It was like a mirror that refused to show a reflection & you're not a

I'm really not into subtlety; from either side. As I've said, I am blind and also can't see. I don't see the details so it doesn't matter if the details see me. On the other hand,

MoralEnd hadn't but he'd run afoul of MoralMeans & was presumed to be buried in some dark putrid dungeon in the sewers of Hell. Neither wanted to justify the other. Sanctification

I didn't believe it anymore. I just woke up one day and I didn't believe it. Just like that. There wasn't any drama, no epiphany. Nada. I just stopped. I had to change my insurance

What I didn't need was a queue to form outside my sister's bedroom. Her room was next to the only bathroom on the third floor and I couldn't stand on an even numbered floor, ever.

I gave him the Jolly Rancher for being a Good Boy, even though he'd started out as a bitch. Nature had a way to shut that shit down and here I was. I was the Way. Or the guey if

If that dog had known what me and his young master got up to, he would be running away from home with his tail between his legs & a Jolly Rancher in his parka's left breast pocket.

needed such a warning which the dog seemed to think was every time I got anywhere near anybody in his family. Even my boyfriend. I could imagine the dog taking the bus to bring it.