“After all the shit that went down with Calease, I hate sleeping the way some people hate airplanes. Or small, dark spaces. Or spiders. Or being on an airplane in a small, dark space filled with spiders.” HumorFearPhobiasSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaHudson Vincent Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“Holy shit. I’m a Smurf.” HumorSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaHudson VincentSmurfs Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“Don’t be stupider than you need to be, I remind myself. Remember Calease? The last glowing girl you talked to tried to kill you.” HumorAdviceSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaHudson VincentCalease Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“What in the seven levels of hell did my son see in this place?” Horace asks. We’re standing on the street on Thursday morning, staring up at the house, after taking inventory of the place. From here, I can see five different spots where the brick needs to be repaired and pick out where shingles are missing on the sloped roof. The porch sags, and the windows are dingy. But if I let my eyes go out of focus and ignore all that, I can kinda picture what the place might look like after a little—never mind—a lot of TLC. “It has good bones?” I suggest. “It’s got old bones,” he mutters. I smirk. “Yeah? So do you. Doesn’t mean they’re all bad.” He smacks my arm, but he’s grinning. “Just wait till you get to be my age, and then tell me how good old bones are.” HumorSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaHudson VincentHorace LawsonVictorian HousesHome Repair Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“What’s up with your friend?” Dawn asks after a few minutes. I doubt she’s asking about K.T. I follow Dawn’s stare and wonder how much she can see from this far away. Mari is standing in front of the store’s nearly empty stone display and listening as K.T. points out the different types of stone. “Her name is Mariella.” “I don’t usually get a read on people unless they’re giving off some pretty strong vibes, but wow. That girl needs an aura cleansing fast.” “Yeah. I know.” I look away from Mari, forcing myself to focus on the selection Dawn has laid out in front of me. “It’s a work in progress.” HumorAurasSSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War Saga Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale