“The man was handsome, and he taught English in the same department as me--- and the second he showed up at my apartment and saw my bookshelf, he laughed. "You turn them around when guests come over, right?" he asked,… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“On your left!” my bodyguard shouts again, skirting around me. “Looks like you only got two speeds—slow and slower!” I glare after him. “Excuse me?” Lonny spins around and begins jogging backward. “Prove me wrong, pretty boy.” That is it. He has followed me. He has towered over me with that serious, terrifyingly calm face of his. He’s been a… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“I found you," I echoed. And suddenly he was pushing himself to sit up, sloughing off the vines that had crept around his limbs,… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“She sniffs and shakes off her tears, then turns to me with an eager look. “So what’s the deal with him? How did you… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“Do a lot of internet groups meet up at conventions?” “Sure.” “How about your Starfield peeps? The online ones you talk to?” “Oh—well, yeah. A few of them are here.” We break apart for a moment as an elf with a scythe squeezes between us. “Anyway, we should get to the costume contest area and sign in, what do you… — Ashley Poston Copy Share
“Hey, you’re the chick in my homeroom, yeah?” “And you are holding up the line,” she replies. He looks behind him. “There’s no one… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“My dad said that the impossible is only impossible if you don’t even try. So I want to try.” — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“The man was handsome, and he taught English in the same department as me--- and the second he showed up at my apartment and… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“If you believe in yourself and have a few good friends, then you can do anything. You can be anything.” — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“He finally returned my gaze, and held it. A knot lodged in my throat, because he was closer than I expected, and his eyelashes… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“You’re probably good at taking lip, aren’t you?” I mutter more to myself than to my bodyguard, clawing through the suitcase for a T-shirt… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
