Swiftcurrent Creek crack baby, you don't know what you want

The woman was damn quick with her tongue, but then again…

So was Win.

She put on her most winning smile (a sloppy, sideways grin) and padded forward a few steps, well aware that one wrong step would end with her eating ass in the dirt.

’s all natural. She’d always been a thin boned creature, a bird in flight, all hollow bones and sharp beak.

Perhaps that analogy was more in line with her sister. Ophelia had always been…flighty.

Yeah, maybe don’t fight branches. You fight the wrong one, you’re gonna end up being launched at some point. A roll of bony shoulders.

’s there nobody who breathes round here that you can wrestle with? Or are you limited to foliage?