“I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.” WellsLooksBigsSportsWormsBrasNevermind Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I caught the look Benjamin gave me. "What?" "Nothing. We just thought a svetocha would be more, well, difficult." Leon's mouth twitched. "I do seriously want a slushie." I tried a tentative smile. I definitely liked him now. "I haven't had one in ages. Maybe the guys outside—the double blonds—would want one, too?" For some reason Leon found that utterly fricking hysterical. He snorted and chuckled all the way through Housewares to the Health and Beauty section, and even Benjamin unbent enough to grin.” WayWantWellsLooksReasonEnoughWould BeAgeGuyFoundDifficultHavensMouthsCaughtSectionsHystericalLeonHealth And Beauty Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“Well, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works. Something warm opened up inside my chest. It was a nice feeling.” WellsSaidFeelingsMightNiceGreenWarmGrassChestsGravityDuhNice Feeling Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.” WellsLooksSaidFacesWorryBreathsCaughtGravesWorriedShockLitFey Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I wondered what I’d end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn’t even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn’t drag that out of me. Ever.” IfsMindWellsLittlesEndsBodyMy OwnForeverHorseStuckChestsDragSkinnyWild Horses Author:Lilith Saintcrow
