You are on my side,” she says.”What side is that?” I ask.”The winning side,” she says, and smiles. “The team of the artists.””Who are we playing?””The barbarians,” she says. “We are always playing them.

Until it has scared you with its endlessness, sky is just sky.

I’m just as big a fool as the rest of them.

Tall, dark, and hot leaned against a pillar, watching me as I took my place in line. Tousled dark hair went every which way on his head. His eyes were slitted and intense, like he...

Surely there was at least one other girl on campus not sporting a French pedicure (do girls really think we’re fooled by the little white lines painted across their toenails?), who had some black in...

And then he winked.Jeez, I thought my heart would explode on the spot. The last time a guy winked at me was years ago, and that’d been a creepy mall Santa.