“That was how people got through life, he supposed: by acknowledging death and telling it, “Not today.” — 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 no one’s lived here for decades. It’s become a dense forest with pieces of buildings showing through in spots. I hardly recognize anything. Fae and animals have moved in—there’s a raccoon family looking at me from… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“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 I hate most about it?” “No sex?” Sophie guessed. “That’s what I hate second most about it. No, what I hate most is—” “That you can’t lie,” Adrian cut in. Niko lifted his eyebrows at him,… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“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 on his phone.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“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
