Lucas Hood Quotes

After skin moisturizing, teeth brushing, and silently cursing Lucas in the mirror above my sink, I exited the bathroom dressed in a high-necked flannel nightgown that grazed the tops of my knees. At night I liked to crank up the air conditioning, snuggle beneath my comforter, and pretend I was trapped in a cozy cabin during a snowstorm. Simple desert pleasures. Lucas had one arm stretched across the back of my sofa. He slouched against the cushions, eyes hooded as he watched me walk past. "Filming an episode of Little House on the Prairie?

AT 45 DEGREES NORTH, the night comes early in November. They rolled out a few minutes after seven-thirty into the kind of autumn darkness that comes only with a thick cloud layer, no hint of starlight or moonlight, and no prospect of any. Lauren drove. She was already dressed in her black brushed-cotton suit. Her hood, and her equipment, were locked in a concealed box behind the second row of seats. They chitchatted on the way across town, through enough traffic to keep things slow; Jackson wasn’t mentioned.

Cronus, much like his mother Gaia, has survived in concept through the ages. He is pictured in various ways and interpreted in a variety of ways; from the benevolent Father Time, sometimes at certain festive times of the year referred to as Santa Claus, to the scythe-wielding, hooded specter of death we call the Grim Reaper, Cronus is, in some sense, the only remaining true master of his ancient domain.

I thought I gave you an order to stay in Wendlyn.” “I had my reasons, best spoken somewhere secure,” he said onto her hood. “Your friends at the fortress say hello, by the way. I think they miss having an extra scullery maid. Especially Luca—especially in the mornings.