Still, he listened intently as the memoria played out,its tone ranging from light-hearted small talk to serious discussion andheartfelt proclamations,... its participants blissfully unaware of whatawaited them just around the corner. It was Galen's recollection of thefinal conversation he had had with his mother.... "You're my only child -- your welfare means everything to me." ...Galen's cheeks quivered. ... "Well, that cinches it: I'm coming home. I promised I'd be there foryou, and that's. The catgirl’s coloring was strange, a soft pink that couldn’t be natural. She wore a thin white camise like body slaves were often forced to wear. To my surprise, her eyes and lips were the same pale shade of pink as her hair. She was as beautiful as the lizardkin.“I’m Ciarra, and this is Kitten. The last member of our party should arrive in a few minutes,” the lizardkin said, with her hand resting possessively on Kitten’s shoulder.No title? Was I wrong about her being an aristocrat? Surely,. We'll grow old together and then spend eternity in heaven together. I will always love you, Jenna, always. Now. Forever. On earth. In heaven. For eternity."The tear rolled down her cheek. With her hands clasped in mine, I extended a finger to brush it away. My heart didn't break. On the contrary, it threatened to burst with happiness.The pounding on the wooden bleacher bench caused me to jump. I heard Jenna gasp as I spun around. The assistant principal, Mr. Fargo, stood with feet shoulder. Lishaka eyed them suspiciously before looking around, a quizzical expression on her face. Rhys noticed a curious piece of eyewear she had strapped to her head, a faceted red lens sitting on a hinge atop her brow.“Are you all right, Lisha?” Rhys asked, pulling the squirming goblin closer.“I have the oddest feeling, like I’m being watched by someone I can’t see.” She craned her neck dangerously. “Is that you, Rhyssie? Or am I just going mad?”Her gaze wandered through the room, taking in the.