“Disheartened, enraptured, and strangely lightheaded, Grady emerged from the trees and walked back through town to the island bridge, his ankles and… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Yes, he knew it was crazy to be this obsessed over an encounter that had taken up maybe sixty seconds of his… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Everyone knew you shouldn't go biting into fruit offered to you by magical creatures in the woods, even if you'd thought until… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Being around her now was nine parts bliss and one part torment. And he wanted it to last as long as possible.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“You’re going to kidnap me again?” Adrian tried a smile. “No, I’ll ask you if you *want* to be kidnapped again.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“She re-read his email four times, feeling offended and breathless, like he had casually grabbed her head and stuffed it into a pile of… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“She’d had unsettling dreams like this. 'I’m wandering through Miryoku, but it’s not Miryoku. Or it is, but it’s been abandoned and overgrown, like… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Hermes visited him in the Underworld a few days before the spring equinox festival, cajoling Hades to come to it. Hades wandered across the… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Niko popped a spare slice of bacon in his mouth, chewing it up contentedly. “I hate being a soul, being dead. You know what… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“But the thought of New Zealand instantly sent her mind to Watson, the possibly-Australian, possibly-Kiwi, definitely paranormal young fellow with videos of dead guys… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“So we came to say hello. To the world’s grouchiest person. Because that’s such fun.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“You’re being nicer to me than I've been to you lately," I said. "Yes, I am. But then, Hitler was nicer to Poland than… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Ah, mate. My soul loves yours. It does. But this lifetime, my body won’t get on board.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“..."There’s really no way I can explain it to her without *still* sounding like scum," I complained to Sinter. "The 'sympathy shack-up' doesn’t score… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
