I'm punched red as the green hills watch. They roll on in silence, echoing the red fists that work my face into bulges and gashes. Carl used to strike me pink with love. But these days, it's with fists.
Andrea Cremer, author of the "Nightshade" series, will be visiting Omaha.
It was going on noon when I found the Lucky Seven saloon. It was a dingy place on the edge of Tucson, the kind of hole you didn't go to so much as end up at, but I was tired and hungry, and I needed a drink.
I will never be a 900-year-old Time Lord
Oh, the nature of a futile dream.
Nor will David Tennant or Matt Smith - sorry, I mean "The Doctor"
Ever love me like he loved Rose or Sara Jane.
Jethro awoke with a start.