“How am I going to help you?” “You are going to jump.” “Ha.” “You are.” “Have you done this before?” “Yeah, with… — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“Xav sprinkled olive oil on his lettuce. 'Lola was very particular that it all had to fit properly.' 'Lola?' squeaked Diamond. I… — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“Xav tugged Yves off me and handed me the call button. “You’ll be needing this, Phee, when my irritating little squirt of… — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“He said he needed to unwind. He was furious we all let you go so far. That boy would stop you so… — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“Xav bounded out behind him. “Yeah, Phee equals You-She squared. I’ve been working on that one: like it?” — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“Xav! Got you. Not letting you go. I realised I wasn't alone in mental deep space; he had always been there and… — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“I’m so pleased you’re such a quick judge of character. You’ve got him tagged.” “Yep, toe-tagged, in the freezer, then buried six… — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“Awesome. Trace, you’re one lucky son of a .......very lovely mother.” — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna." "Wow. I must see this." "He was wearing her little apron and everything." "Got a camera?” — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“I wasn't thinking all of them—just Zed and Victor. Zed as the seventh son has a touch of most of our skills… — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
