#nightshade

I also hold very strong personal convictions about censorship. I don't believe in forbidden knowledge. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#forbidden #knowledge #nightshade #censorship

I turn to see Ansel leaning against the door frame. His eyes swept over the room. "Whoa, Hurricane Naomi strikes, leaving no survivers. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#survival

Nev tossed his pen down. “Fine. Here goes: Ren and Cals lives may be torrid for the young ones in Vail are quite horrid Bine and Cos aren’t too frail Dax and Fey never pale while Ansel and Bryn might get sordid Bryn spit Diet Coke all over the table. Mason and Ansel clapped. I was too dumbfounded to react. This is qhat quiet Nev does in his spare time? “‘Bine’?” Sabine frowned while Cosette mopped up the soda that flowed to their end of the table. “Since when am I ‘Bine’? And we never call Cosette ‘Cos.’” “It’s about cadence,” Nev said. “Sorry. I said it wasn’t very good.” “Why aren’t you and Mason in it?” Ansel asked. “Oh, he has another one about us.” Mason wiggled his eyebrows. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#ansel-tor #bane-pack #calla-tor #humor #limericks

Zoe ordered the Hunters to start loading. She picked up her camping pack, and Apollo said, "Here, sweetheart. Let me get that." Zoe recoiled. Her eyes flashed murderously. "Brother," Artemis chided. "You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#artemis #zoe-nightshade #murder

And you look beautiful," she added. "I look like a cake." "But a beautiful cake. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#nightshade #beauty