I had so much fun.

I did not expect to engage much with 18-year-old Catalina, and picked it up mostly out of author faith a desire for some fast entertainment. I was pleasantly surprised. The passing of the torch was done well, and the humour and length helped a lot.

Blast! Now I want to go over the whole saga again.

“Mmm, delicious cyanide. Old school. Histotoxic hypoxia on you, histotoxic hypoxia on your house, histotoxic hypoxia on your cow. Wait.”

LMAO! The poison tester rocks

I didn’t recognize either face, so they probably wouldn't murder me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grandma Frida yank the tarp off of Romeo. Romeo’s real name was M551 Sheridan. He was a light armored tank. He carried nine antitank Shillelagh missiles, and Grandma Frida kept him in perfect health.

He rose, his face serious and harsh. “You will. You’ll fall asleep fast and sleep soundly until morning, and then you’ll get up and have breakfast with your family because I’ll be prowling in your house tonight. And if anyone tries to interrupt your sleep and end your life, you have my word that they’ll sleep forever.”

 

That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me.