“Ms. Epistola is a grown woman. She should dress however she wants,” Vik shot back.” — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“Ms. Epistola’s eyes flashed with that unmistakable intensity of a woman scorned.” — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know a mouth could open that far. His tongue lolled out, his lips curled back and his eyes bulged as if they’d come right out of their sockets, his face contorting in a gruesome display of excruciating agony. A moment later, a ragged, earsplitting howl escaped his throat and tore icicles up my spine. His hands shot up… — Serra Elinsen Copy Share
“Ms. Epistola is a grown woman. She should dress however she wants,” Vik shot back.” — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“Snow White was I only in skin, and not in any of the other important descriptors.” — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“The first thing that came into my mind when I saw her lounging at the front of the class was the look in her catlike hazel eyes. It was the half-lidded, tight-smirked look of a woman scorned. Her glossy auburn hair was coiled in an artful French twist. Under her half-slouched lab coat, her dress was glittery black, bare-shouldered and… — Serra Elinsen Copy Share
“Fhtagn Nor’Farm Cthulhu Gr’der’si di ia! Ph’nglui ya mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!” — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“Riley Bay wasn’t human. But if he wasn’t human, then what was he? An alien, sent to Earth to learn about humanity in preparation… — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with strange aeons even death may die. But love will never die. . .” — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“How can this be real?” I whispered. “I mean you... you... where you come from. Your world. It is so beyond everything I've ever… — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
“We were mortals in the presence of a goddess. How could anyone ever be interested in someone like me with women like her in… — Serra Elinsen Copy Share Image
