I stand here in the drizzle, looking up at the drab exterior of where a fairy tale came true but a new friendship floundered. I clench my fists, still angry at Hannah for not leaving it.
Still angry at her for…being…
…right about your.
Hannah was so right about you.
Everyone was so right about you. Apart from me.
I had Random.org select a % for me, and it choose 68%.
Flick shook her head, fear battling with curiosity. “Who are you?”
The woman’s smile didn’t move. It was as if she had learned to smile by studying a picture of someone else doing it; her mouth was the right shape, but her eyes were all wrong. They belonged to someoen who was thinking about where to bury you. “I am the Overseer.”
I had random.org select a page for me today, it decided on page 172.
Generations of soothsayers had met with clients in the little lamp-lit booths that filled the five floors, to share a pot of Timbrel Tea and then read the leaves at the bottom of the cup. Some teas were good for predicting romance or happy turns of fortune; some could help foresee trouble. Others – stronger treas for stronger stomachs – opened the gateways to darker knowledge. The place was no longer licensed for fortune-telling, though Molly had heard rumours that after midnight, the current owners (spectrally pale siblings with a habit of suddenly appearing at your table) would secretly admit local seers and their customers.
I had Random.org select a page today and it decided on page 128.
I let Pickles follow me around the house, he said he needed to watch me to learn about being a better cat. I didn’t even have the energy with everything that was going on to point out for what felt like the millionth time that he was a puppy. So I went about my usual cat business with him as my little shadow.
Today is the 23rd of June so I decided to go with that number as % in this delightful book.
It had a body like a tiny deer’s.
But it had wings.
And claws on its front legs.
And hooves in the back.
And sharp teeth.
And it was blue. Except for its belly and its wings, which were red.
And a face that looked more than anything, like a tiny dragon’s.
Elliot would have been insanely terrified, excerpt for the fact that it was rather small. About the size of a cat.
Also, it was completely caught in a tangle of pink ribbon.
This time I asked my hubby for a page number and after lots of careful thinking he decided on page 248.
I hold my breath as I leave the suite. I don’t say goodbye, worried they won’t let me leave. I hold it in all the way down the corridor until I get to the lift.
I press the button.
I look over my shoulder to see if I’ve been followed.
The lift arrives with a ping and I step inside. I can’t even face myself in the mirror.
The doors slide shut.
I burst into tears.
I had random.org select a % and it went with 37%.
Tía is a woman woven of miracles;
the reason people who are afraid of her
& her magic
still call for the worst emergencies
is because Tía’s a woman who speaks to
who negotiates with spirits, who loosens their fingers
when they clutch around the neck of
someone she wants to live-
It doesn’t always work – Ik now
sometimes Tía is too late; sometimes the request too great
I picked a random % out of my ebook and decided 56% is nice!
I watch him through the window looking over the sweets and pointing to different confections.
Tack is a good dad. It sounds like he really understand Jules for who they are and he’s thoughtful stopping off to get them a treat. It makes me melt inside knowing Tack is so kind with his kid.
I picked a random page myself this time, page 102.
As she watched herself stepping into the school, a sense of evil and impending doom washed over her.
“Stop!” she thought, hoping that maybe she could command this “show” to end, as if she were pressing the stop button on a remote. But the “show” continued. She did not wake up, and images of her life did not stop playing out in front of her eyes.