She wanted to touch him, to throw her arms around him — but something held her back. Maybe it was the fear that her arms would pass right through him, that she would have come...

Can I tell you something?” He tilted his head, moving in closer still, so close that she could feel his breath against her cheek. “Do you want to know what my grandma used to say...

Do you like kids?Only with barbecue sauce.

So.” [Isobel] cleared her throat. “What are we doing?””We,” [Varen] said at last, “are doing a project on Poe.””Didn’t he marry his cousin or something?””The man is a literary god and that’s all you have...

Isobel moved farther into the kitchen, not knowing whether to be relieved that her mother hadn’t had an atomic meltdown, or mortified that she’d taken it upon herself to play head chef with the nearest...

As though sensing her heightening alarm, Pinfeathers halted his advance.”I can’t help it that I’m susceptible to you”, he whispered.”You know that. It’s just that you’re so…unreal…and so I have to touch you. If only...

She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simple. Look at it and say what it is. “Sloppy Joe,” she managed.”Hmm,” he said, sounding doubtful. “May he rest...