“Kiddie,” said Nona immediately. “Junior. Small Fry. Cutie Pie. Li’l Bits. Small Cam. Hairy Maclary.”
“Keep going.”
“Nums. No-No. Nope. None. Sweet Nons. Nona-Palona. The Big No.”
“She should be arrested,” murmured Camilla, then: “Got it.”
“For the Ninth!” said Gideon.
And she fell forward, right on the iron spikes.
I'd do anything she needed, anything at all, before she even knew she needed it. I'm her sword, you pasty-faced
Coronabeth-looking knock-off.
I'd do anything she needed, anything at all, before she even knew she needed it. I'm her sword, you pasty-faced
Coronabeth-looking knock-off.
“This won’t work,” she said. “I’ve never had to work with something so small before.”
“That’s what she said,” murmured Gideon, sotto voce.