Condensation

Sorry, not possible, as I do not associate with the 80's. Sausage or bacon?

No, not I. And there was a question, it just wasn't worded like a question. *hehehe* I told them we already got one. When will my reflection show who I am inside?

Melody readies herself for the quest, pulling on a backpack and a canteen with a strap.

guns, I already said. blue-no greeeeeeen!!!! Ask your lord if he would like to join us on a quest.

To seek the Holy Grail. guns What is your favorite color?

Probably someone out there! What is your name?(on 17th Shard)

Marissa. What is the capital of Arcadia?

Tee hee! Kelsey and Ren kiss for the first time(I think)

Are you implying that I cannot pay attention to two threads at once? I will have you know that currently, I am keeping track of 14 threads and I am BORED

Hee hee hee I kind of love romance It's a five-way tie. Sanderson, Messenger, Hale, Meyer, and Korman What is the air/speed velocity of an unladen swallow?

I do not like this book, and my main point that I use to convince people of that is comparing it to Brandon's books, and just saying, Brandon comes up with different worlds, and connections between all his books. HE HAS DIFFERENT CURSE WORDS FOR HIS CHARACTERS and J. K. Rowling can't even create a good Slytherin or create more character complexities for the villains?

@The_Truthwatcher

Like what do you mean?

Hoping! Hey come reply to my post on Girls only!

"Anyway, I'm going to bed," Tion says. "Feel free to eat more, or go to bed, whatever you want."

Hey! Yes advertising!

I'm privileged to be in that group

"(insert contents of first plate here, vaguely paraphrased). Is that good?" Zola asked.

"I marched up the first two steps, and he slipped his hand under my elbow and spun me around, twisting me so that I fell forward into his arms. He caught me tightly around the waist. His smirk suddenly turned into a sober expression. 'A kiss. A real one. One that I'll remember.' I was about to say something brilliantly sarcastic, probably about him not having permission, when he captured my mouth with his. I was determined to remain stiff and unaffected, but he was extremely patient. He nibbled on the corners of my mouth and pressed soft, slow kisses against my unyielding lips. It was so hard not to respond to him. I made a valiant struggle, but sometimes the body betrays the mind. He slowly, methodically swept aside my resistance. And, feeling he was winning, he pressed ahead and began seducing me even more skillfully. He held me tightly against his body and ran a hand up to my neck where he began to massage it gently, teasing my flesh with his fingertips. I felt the little love plant inside me stretch, swell, and unfurl its leaves, like he was pouring Love Potion # 9 over the thing. Okay, now that no one is reading this anymore except the girls who are aware of the sneakiness, we should rise up against the boys tonight. 1 am, get out of bed and prepare to take over the world. The females will be in charge for once and all will bow to us. I gave up at that point and decided what the heck. I could always use a rototiller on it. And I rationalized that when he breaks my heart, at least I will have been thoroughly kissed. If nothing else, I'll have a really good memory to look back on in my multi-cat spinsterhood. Or multi-dog. I think I will have had my fill of cats. I groaned softly. Yep. Dogs for sure. I opened myself up to the kiss and kissed him back with enthusiasm. Putting all my secret emotions and tender feelings into the embrace, I wound my arms around his neck and slid my hands into his hair. Pulling his body that much closer to mine, I embraced him with all the warmth and affection that I wouldn't allow myself to express verbally. He paused, shocked for a brief instant, and then quickly adjusted his approach, escalating into a passionate frenzy. I shocked myself by matching his energy. I ran my hands up his powerful arms and shoulders and then down his chest. My senses were in turmoil. I felt wild. Eager. I clutched at his shirt. I couldn't get close enough to him. He even smelled delicious. You'd think that several days of being chased by strange creatures and hiking through a mysterious kingdom would make him smell bad. In fact, I wanted him to smell bad. I'm sure I did. I mean, how can you expect a girl to be fresh as a daisy while traipsing through the jungle and getting chased by monkeys. It's just not possible. I desperately wanted him to have some fault. Some weakness. Some . . . imperfection. But Ren smelled amazing--like waterfalls, a warm summer day, and sandalwood trees all wrapped up in a sizzling, hot guy. How could a girl defend herself from a perfect onslaught delivered by a perfect person? I gave up and let Mr. Wonderful take control of my senses. My blood burned, my heart thundered, my need for him quickened, and I lost all track of time in his arms. All I was aware of was Ren. His lips. His body. His soul. I wanted all of him. Eventually, he put his hands on my shoulders and gently separated us. I was surprised that he had the strength of will to stop because I was nowhere near being able to. I blinked my eyes open in a daze. We were both breathing hard. 'That was . . . enlightening,' he breathed. 'Thank you, Kelsey.'"

Mmm, what about my cats? Yes. Have you read the book tiger's curse?