He smiled at her as Julia threw a snowball at Calla that missed her by a mile. Grinning, Calla quickly armed herself and threw one at Julia; only it missed her too and hit Guthrie in the crotch. Good thing it was soft snow. He grinned and wiped off the snow, slowly, deliberately, wolfishly. Calla looked like she could burst into flames, she was so red faced. He started laughing. Terry Spear
CALVIN:This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it? And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this? H O B B...
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Bill Watterson
No matter how much falls on us, we keep plowing ahead. That's the only way to keep the roads clear.
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Greg Kincaid
Mistletoe, " said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking, " said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles.
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J.k. Rowling
And in despair I bowed my head;" There is no peace on earth, " I said;" For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! " Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:" God is not dead, nor...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One true king knew when to step aside and give up the reins of power–to remove his crown and relinquish his kingdom–all for the sake of glimpsing, just once in a lifetime, the face of a holy child. He was the Fourth to follow the...
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Vera Nazarian
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Oh, what had she done?" He'd startled her; that was the problem. It was all his fault he was lying on the ground, looking rather cherub like, his blond hair curling about his ears, his bright blue eyes closed now, his masculine lips parted slightly...
...She squeezed Niall's hand and bleakly said, "I don't want you hurt."" Oh, Serena, that's all I have to know." And with that, he kissed her so passionately, she felt as though she had fae transported to the moon and back...
Candice had been writing for two days’ straight, working on her publisher’s book deadline, when she wrote the end, smiled, and set the book aside. She would start proofing it tomorrow after she’d given her brain a break. Now she’d do what she always did...
Owen couldn’t believe his luck. Candice Mayfair was the beautiful white wolf he’d seen that day so long ago. Not that she looked like a wolf right now. He only knew she was the wolf, unequivocally, because he recognized her scent. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>After the...
It’s not the dead people you got to worry about… It’s the living that are scary.
