“I paused for a moment, debating whether to turn and look what was happening. My senses told me Obo’s presence was still at my side, and turning my face into the barrel of a gun seemed like an ill-advised way… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“If by ‘foe’ you mean a brutal killer, then I suppose I’d fall into the ‘friend’ category,” I replied cynically. “Although in your case,… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“For someone so intuitive,” he said, shaking his head, “sometimes you only see what you expect to see.” — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“Think of mental energy as broadcasting on a certain wavelength,” he tried to explain. “People with powers of the mind can tap into that… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“You get a kick out of shocking the pants off me, don’t you?” I shook my head with a smirk. He just shrugged with… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“The cleanest civilization I’ve ever seen…and the number one thing you pack for a wedding is a jar of dirt?” — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“Phrase the question any way you like…The answer will still be ‘Kiss my ass.” — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“Don’t be so concerned,” he whispered. “We will get through this, I promise.” “What makes you so certain?” I couldn’t help my skepticism. “We… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“A teasing smirk flitted across his face, as he completed his thought, “I’ll try not to take it too hard if I fail miserably,… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“You and your ‘potential’,” I lazily rolled my eyes. “According to you, everyone has it…and no one is living up to it.” — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“You can be intensely aggravating...” His expression struck me as closer to boredom than aggravation. “And somehow I suspect this isn’t the first time… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, I saw ocean again—then another horizon line—but this time the deep blue sky was on the wrong side of the line…the Holy crap,… — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“There’s an empty seat next to me in the ‘intensely aggravating’ section…and it’s got your name on it” — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“Well, of course…” A wicked smile lights his eyes. “He has Hellfire and whatnot at his disposal.” — M.A. George Copy Share Image
