Another light dusting of snow fell overnight. To hear everyone talk, the big one was only days away, and the forecasters projected a storm headed their way before or right after Halloween.
Here Nate was, in front of the woman who smelled like gardenias and had haunted his daydreams for the past two weeks, and he could barely speak.
Flicking away the last of the cookie bits from her sweater, she dipped her head and studied our adversaries. “Yup. And from my point of view, they look pretty scary.”
The Great Fruitcake Bake-off, Whispers of Winter set
She looked a lot better than the last time he’d seen her. On that occasion fright had twisted her face into a Halloween mask of horror as their vehicles hurtled toward an unavoidable collision.
It’s just that you have so much of my heart now that if I ever lost you I’d never be whole again. That’s kind of scary.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
She’d never been one much for television. That TV-eating amoeba, football, had engulfed every channel anyway, at least the ones not smeared with blood from some Halloween horror movie.
Barely out of its infant stage—we would celebrate our second anniversary on Halloween—I wanted to be at the helm for much longer.
Most said the same thing. Capture your beauty and confidence as a gift for your loved one. That was the Valentine’s ad. The Christmas one read add a little glamour to your holiday. I guess they don’t advertise for Halloween.
To be released this December