If I Might Ask--," She Began. Will

Will Looked Horrified. "what Kind Of Monster Could Possibly Hate Chocolate?

Trying To Read His Face. It Was Like A Book Written In A Foreign Language She'd Studied All Too Briefly.

Just Be Careful. When We Arrive At The House, You Can’t Look To Me For Help Or Instruction. Remember, I Am Your Human Subjugate. You Keep Me About You For Blood—blood Whenever You Want It—and Nothing Else.” “so You’re Not Going To Speak Tonight,” Tessa Said. “at All.” “not Unless You Instruct Me To,” Said Will. “this Evening Sounds As If It Might Be Better Than I Thought.

Some Secrets, She Thought, Were Better Told; Some Were Better Left The Burden Of The Carrier, That They Might Not Cause Pain To Others.

They Kind Of Look Like Evil Lawn Gnomes