"They're really good!"
Jennica studied the book, a distrustful frown on her face. "My father hates books," she said. "What's this one about?"
The boy bounced in his seat. "It's the Sword of Truth! Richard Rahl uses his sword to kill everyone who's wrong and evil! It's Goodkind. Goodkind! Goodkind!!"
Wrong and evil? Jennica didn't like the sound of that. It sounded too much like a fried egg hitting the carpet, too much like broken shards of glass flying outward from the thirteenth floor, hanging all aglitter in the starry midnight air before the inevitable fall. "How do you know who's wrong and evil?" she asked.
"You just know. They're wrong. And they're evil."
"And they get killed with a sword?"
"Every time!"
Jennica shrugged. If that's the way he wanted it ... She reached into her backpack, and the boy never saw the carefully sharpened chunk of steel coming toward him until it was far, far too late.
Warder to starry_nite
One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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money can't buy you back the love that you had then
ad impenetrum! *NM*
