Desperate times call for desperate measures. That's a saying, or a bit of advice, or a catchprase, or a string of words… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
“You get some rest. We'll talk later." "I'd rather not," I said nicely. "Rest is important," he insisted.” — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
What was that you gave me to eat?" Winter panicked. A Filler Crisp," Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous. — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
“Where did you get that candy again?" Leven asked, worried. "The pile said 'flavored'," Clover answered back, his face a chocolatey mess. "Flavored?" Leven… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
You seem to be attracted to trouble," he said. "Yeah, she's real pretty," I replied. "Your tongue is sharper than mine ever was." I… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
Winter looked at Leven. Leven looked right back at her. Winter's cheeks burned red and her green eyes outshone Leven's. The two of them… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
Stupid deer," I said, embarrassed about being startled. "We need a ladder." "I think they're easier to shoot with a rifle." "I'm not talking… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
“Enjoy Mr. Binkers," he added. "As soon as you leave I'm going to hug him," I said.” — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
Then, there are the places you would rather not go-a tax collectors' convention, a sewage treatment plant, or maybe the home of someone who… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
