“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
“It had to unleash some invisible magic, he thought; Hades and Persephone, joining together again within these black and holy stone walls, for the first time in millennia. As they indulged in enjoying one another, how could they not be… — 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
“Disheartened, enraptured, and strangely lightheaded, Grady emerged from the trees and walked back through town to the island bridge, his ankles and hands marked… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“And I got out of there without punching anyone, kicking anyone, or breaking down in tears. Some days the small victories are all you… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
