“Dear Lynda Carter, Please be with me in my hour of need. Especially if I don't have to twirl around to get my powers.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Across the aisle, a living manga teen with spiky purple hair and more hardware on his body than an early Borg poked through dusty… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“I’ve got to hit the bottom of this weird-ass rabbit hole anytime now, right?” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Dipsomancy is very real, but it takes more than just getting hammered to do anything useful.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“I am a master of folklore - I should be able to throw folklore fireballs or something.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“So, how bad of an idea is it to go there? On a scale of cooking-whithout-a-shirt to being-an-evil-priest-in-an-Alexandre-Dumas-book?” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share
“Ree coveted Anya’s curves sometimes, having inherited a fairly sticklike figure from her mother’s side of the family. Ree wore her hair long so… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Right now. Living. Aiming to misbehave or just trying not to fade away.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Vampires used to be the Dracula types, but in the last ten years most of them have become weak, brooding androgynes that only go after teenagers. A friend of mine took the opportunity to rid his whole city of them after the forth Mormon Vamps book hit and the sparkle meme was at its strongest." "So does that make Ms.… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share
“Jane smiled the Making Lemonade smile that adults learn to do when they get used to the world stomping on their heads.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“The trick is learning which what goes where and does what.” “That was some Tennant-level vaguebabble.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“I have to pose as an android detective? Will the ID say Deckard?” “Are you capable of ever not being snarky?” Eastwood asked. “Only… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“The room continued to spin though she was standing still, but her ears were hot. She felt like she'd just slammed three doubles of… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
