Crack An Ag Quotes

Morpheus’s gaze flashes to mine, then back to the chess piece wrapped in his magic. “Stop crying,” his quirky voice scolds. “Queens don’t cry. I taught you better than that.” I bite my quivering lip, and tiny Alice strokes the caterpillar’s face. “But you’re crying . . .” Morpheus lowers a wing and shades his cheek along with the transparent glimmer of his jeweled markings. “Well”—his shrill voice cracks slightly—“contrary to my preferences for lace and velvet, I’m not the queen. So I can cry all I like.

We must ensure that Grenadine doesn't have any cards hidden up her sleeve." He slapped Jeb on the back. "See what I did there? 'Cards up her sleeve'?" He chuckled. Jeb didn't crack a smile. "Oh, come now. She has cards for guards. 'Tis a pun, like the one you made earlier, but much more clever." "Yeah, yeah, I get it." Jeb scowled. Morpheus's smile faded. "You're not a very fun date.

Secrets do not stay in the dark where we put them. Some lie dormant, but others slither beneath doors, over windowsills, through the cracks in walls, out into the light where everyone can see them, poke at them, know them.