Archers stood together, no matter what. Not even frilly-smelling laundry could tear them apart.
If you want to protect me, prayer is just as powerful a weapon as that gun you carry.
Why was it that thoughts and plans always made more sense when confined to one's mind than when they exited one's mouth?
Are you sure I can't mend a shirt or darn a sock for you in trade? Anything?" "You can quit your yammerin' and carry this table downstairs so I can get back to minding my own business instead of messing around in yours.
He unlaced his arms and took a step forward. "You hurt?" "Not badly." She tried to smile, but her lips only curved on one side. "My main problem is that I'm stuck to a cactus." (...) "How'd you manage to get tangled up with a cactus?" J.T. crouched b...
With no sums to keep his conscience at bay, the black book loomed large, creeping into his line of sight. He scanned the room for something else to do. The harness still needed work. And he'd been meaning to fix that rickety shelf since last month. T...
. . . if you can't see the good man he is, you need to unscrew them eyeballs of yours and try on a different pair.
Read. Everything you can get your hands on. Read until words become your friends. Them when you need to find one, they will jump into your mind, waving their hands for you to pick them. And you can select whichever you like, just like a captain choos...
