Grab a current read, open to a random page (either by flipping through it, using a randomizer, or let my boyfriend pick), and pick 2 (or more) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page, write them down, pick a cover, and done.
Credit for this one (though I changed Tuesday to Thursday): Should Be Reading blog
Edit: This used to be on Thursday, but I am changing it to Tuesday as it works better that way.
“Oh thank God last night wasn’t a dream!” she blurts out in relief. “I was kinda afraid you wouldn’t come back. Not that I think I’m imaging things but my moms do say I have a pretty good imagination and some of my dream recently have been super whack so-”
“You’re babbling,” Ethan interjects.
The only thing more fun than shopping for glittery things to wear during your everyday life is shopping for glittery things to wear on special occasions. This included glitter dresses, glitter purses, glitter shoes, glittery jewelry (obviously), and glitter tiaras.
As if I’d manifested him with my thoughts, there he was, in all his smiling, five-foot-ten, non-avatar glory, walking into the bowling alley with his old crew, Jon and Xavier. They were laughing, presumably at something hilarious Xavier must have said, and seeing Caleb’s energetic, genuine mirth was more than my poor, unprepared heart could handle at the moment.
I opened my eyes. The clouds had parted; the moon shone gloriously across the snowy rooftops of the city. It was beautiful, which only made me hurt the more. how dare the world be beautiful when I was so horrifying? I pulled up my outer sleeves and carefully untied the cloth band binding the sleeve of my chemise. I turned that last sleeve back, exposing my silver scales to the night.
His dive is infuriatingly graceful.
“Can’t you ever just do one thing without having to be so goddamn extra about it?” Alex says, splashing him as soon as he surfaces.
“That is bloody rich coming from you,” Henry says, and he’s grinning like he does when he’s drinking a challenge, like nothing in the world pleases him more than Alex’s antagonising elbow in his side.
I thought of the story I’d been told as a child. The first Keeper – a noble warrior, injured, dying, saved only by the hlep of a lone wolf. The reward of being elevated. The bond of service and love that couldn’t be broken.
She groans, bows her head. “I must be crazy, talking like this. Of all the damn times to get tangled up, you know? Did I mention he grew up to be stupidly handsome?”
But having spent a considerable amount of time in the company of the police only a few short months ago – even though I hadn’t been the one who’d actually done anything, just the one who’d taken all the blame for it – this was a little much.
“We’re not just the best at singing! We are the best at being funny! Ha ha ha!” said the broad-chested merman, stopping for a moment to shave around his belly button.
If he got off the unicorn, he’d be lost in the jungle. Alone! At least he knew exactly where he was – he was on a unicorn! And although this terrifying fire-breathing unicorn wasn’t the best company, sometimes you’ve just got to take what you can get, don’t you? And sometimes that will mean hanging out with an awful mythical beast.