“You,” she said to the blob, “come here!” “My name is Oswald.” “Okay, Oswald, I’m Zara Moonbeam. Now that we’re all friends—” “That sounds like a pixie name.” “I’m half-pixie.” “Which half?” I asked. “I’m kind of sensitive about my… — James Aquilone Copy Share Image
“I dropped into a space narrower than a preacher’s mind. Claustrophobia” — James Aquilone Copy Share Image
“You,” she said to the blob, “come here!” “My name is Oswald.” “Okay, Oswald, I’m Zara Moonbeam. Now that we’re all friends—” “That sounds… — James Aquilone Copy Share Image
“Come on, Jack, you know my parentage is a sore point.” “Same here,” Zara said. “Mom didn’t appreciate my non-pixieness and disowned me. If… — James Aquilone Copy Share Image
“The dead have existed for as long as the living, give or take a few years. But what good has that done them?” — James Aquilone Copy Share Image
“My family has a Christmas tradition: Every year, they kill my mom.” — James Aquilone Copy Share Image
