If f l e s h and b l o o d is what you’re after
”They are. Gonna be walking any minute. Then we’re in trouble.” He mused, chuckling some. Margot was already a terror in her own way — crawling everywhere and getting into everything and taking and hiding things in her little places all over the house. Marcus was much more quiet, but that was equally as dangerous — he was there one second and then gone the next without a sound. Cordelia was a saint for having the patience with them she did.
When Maeve’s sharp, motherly gaze caught Noah squarely, he nodded. His glacier eyes softened some, as if they could any more without simply melting, and he sucked his teeth. ”I am glad you are there for him. I imagine it has been a tough transition.” But, having lived in the Grounds for the time he had, he hadn’t seen the ancients act out in any way that would lead Noah to believe they were all uncontrollable murderers.
Then let the f o o l i s h take the l e a d
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
