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Molly Ringle Biography

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“Andy: ugh I’ve never felt so old and slimy. Sinter: You’re 25. That isn’t old to a 19 year old Andy: Old. And slimy. Slimy like a slug. Like seaweed. Sinter: Are you done with your metaphors Andy: I think these are similes Though he’d been a computer science major, he’d also been, like me, an English minor. It made him remarkably hot at moments such as this. Sinter: Right, you’re right Andy: And no. There are many slimy things and I’m like them all. Slimy like mayo Sinter: Gross Andy: Exactly, I am gross Sinter: Ha no, mayo is gross Andy: Slimy like a dog’s tongue. Sinter: Seriously stop.”

“You don’t think it true? That this person loves you?” “They don’t love me anymore, if they ever did,” I insisted. “Vai’s too smart for that.” “You feel you aren’t worthy.” “I know I’m not.” “They say they love you. Why do you not believe?” “People say things like that to console others,” I tried to explain. “Ah. They lie. I lie! Vai is like me, you are saying.” “No!” I said. “Vai is nothing like you.” “But if Vai says they love you, and you believe Vai is smart and does not lie, why do you not believe? The convoluted tortures of your desires, such a twisted snail shell.”

“He is absurdly young to be so wise—by which I mean he’s a year or two younger than you and I—and is a northerner from a small village not far from here. He is tall and slim and has blue eyes, does not let me win arguments if he has the better information, and has never once asked me to procure him land or a noble spouse. In fact, I almost think he doesn’t want anything at all from me. Except for, dare I say, me?”

“You're welcome to as much wine as you can drink, Ares." ...[Ares] watched two bare-breasted women stroll by. "Am I welcome to your worshippers as well?" "If they'll have you. Force yourself on anyone, though, and the cat gets to gnaw on your anatomy." Dionysos nodded to Agria, who prowled around the crowd. "Those are the rules." Ares smirked. ... "No problem there. I'm very persuasive." Hermes shook his head at Dionysos and mouthed in comical exaggeration, *No, he's not.*”

“When someone’s sole reason for being close to your face is to help with your makeup, it is not the done thing to hook your arm around their neck, latch your legs around their hips, and slide your tongue into their mouth as thanks for their assistance. And I did not do so! But out of nowhere, I wanted to. Sweet Spirit, how I wanted to. Welcome to Leo Has Bad Ideas, a one-act play by a dumbass.”

“It had to unleash some invisible magic, he thought; Hades and Persephone, joining together again within these black and holy stone walls, for the first time in millennia. As they indulged in enjoying one another, how could they not be reactivating some power within the Earth itself? Surely they were at least bringing autumn storm clouds rolling and thundering over the Mediterranean. But probably every boy felt that way when finally in bed caressing the girl he loved.”

“Yes, he knew it was crazy to be this obsessed over an encounter that had taken up maybe sixty seconds of his life. (Or had it been an hour and sixty seconds?) But what an encounter. His fingers still felt the bones and flesh through her sweater, his tongue still tasted her mysterious bitter-greens mouth, her voice still haunted him with that whispered 'Help me.”

“Hermes visited him in the Underworld a few days before the spring equinox festival, cajoling Hades to come to it. Hades wandered across the fields with him, Kerberos limping along at his side. “No one wants the god of death at their fertility festival.” “Sure they do. I’ve heard plenty of girls sighing over your tasty darkness.” “Tasty darkness. Really.”

“She’d had unsettling dreams like this. 'I’m wandering through Miryoku, but it’s not Miryoku. Or it is, but it’s been abandoned and overgrown, like no one’s lived here for decades. It’s become a dense forest with pieces of buildings showing through in spots. I hardly recognize anything. Fae and animals have moved in—there’s a raccoon family looking at me from an apartment window, a cluster of mushroom fae crawling all over a café sign—and it smells like wild plants and earth and flowers. It feels both familiar and unsafe, and it makes me so, so sad.”

“Did you look up 'incubus'?" Ren asked, in her ear. She heard a smile in his voice. "Yes. Let's see, 'a lascivious spirit supposed to have sexual intercourse with women in their sleep,' if I remember right." "There. And you thought it wasn't possible. It's common enough they actually had to make up a word for it." "Well, if you've been doing that, then you must have been discreet, because I sure haven't noticed." "It's not my preferred method," he said. "I always wake them up first.”