Terry was beside himself. Not literally. This story would be that much more painful if there were two Terrys, able to stand next to each other and simultaneously curse Leven. — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
There would be little reason to lie down at night without the possibility of seeing things bigger and more amazing than the average day might bright about. Why pick up a pen or type on a keyboard if there's no… — 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
