NEW RELEASES
It’s . . . complicated, Willa said.
by Halfway through, Porter suddenly asks, What were your plans this summer?Yuck. I hate all the sciences. History and English, yes. No sciences.
by ON THE WALK up St. Giles, Maggie informs me, Pubs are like churches here.What I would give to hear Jaya’s voice again.
by As he scaled the fence and wheeled off, we gathered up the dogs.Nightwalker (Harrison Investigation #8)
by I could call for a ride home. (But what if I regret not staying?)He grimaced. Are you crying or drooling? he asked, trying to break free.
by He closed his eyes. I didn’t meet you by accident.Grant whistled. Those are deadly frogs.
by Your Majesty, Natesa says, bowing. We didn’t see you there.As I said, Prince Ashwin goes on, you can leave at any time.
by The girl seems suitably impressed. This is where she lives?. . . Max, someone yelled. Come out, Mer; it’s Max.
by It was still warm. Strawberry rhubarb, he said.I turn to him, raising an eyebrow, whispering back, It better.
by They can’t materialize clothing the way I can…I saw you in concert in Vegas a couple years ago.
by She looked up at me in silent gratitude and nodded once.Only, it’s not a crutch. It’s the shotgun from the bonfire.
by She chewed her food and didn’t add anything.Once I could breathe again, I spoke. I’m so happy you guys are here.
by Dan, my mom says, trying to pull him away from Lennon.