The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.
~ Simona Panova
He returned my smile with a half grin. So what do you blog about? Knitting? Puzzles? Being lonely?
~ Jennifer L. Armentrout
The reason for the peculiar name could be found in the whimsical sense of humor of the early colonists who arrived on Deanna several decades in the past and found very little at all there to laugh at. Obsidian Crows might seem funny at first, unless you just happened to ride over one with your Jeepo five miles out of town and didn’t have a spare tire. Although there was a reasonable expectation of hitting one of these diminutive brutes on the roads, this did not happen nearly as often as you might think.
~ Christina Engela
You will stay with me. You will sleep here at my side and you will touch me. I am depressed but not when you stroke my chest.
~ Laurann Dohner
