MystiOrang

“So,” he said, looking Dew in what she thought was a bit to judgmental way. Defiantly, she stuffed another mini muffin into her mouth and swallowed it almost whole. 
          
          “So,” she repeated, and choked, quickly taking a long draught of the float through the metal straw. Elliot didn’t look impressed, but he didn’t comment on it as he grabbed the last lemon poppy seed muffin. “So,” she said again, this time with better luck, “what’s this all about?” 
          
          “The kid. Winsted and his group are after him again. I need you to get me in contact with your boss so that we can work something out.” 
          
          Elliot was, if nothing else, very open. “This again? Really?” asked Dew. “I mean – okay, I get it, he was powerful enough to be tied to a ring or whatever, probably some over excess. But I mean, why would a faux demon lord—” 
          
          “He’s an arch demon, Dew,” said the human blankly, and at the point the conversation quickly turned as the waitress stepped up with another water and her notepad. Elliot ordered – routinely, without looking at the menu – before he looked back at Dew and leaned across the table. “He’s an arch demon,” he repeated, quieter than before, “and—” 
          
          “Why would an arch demon be interested in ordering a gang around?” Dew asked, matching her companion’s tone. “He just sounds like a pomp grunt who wants to be seen as special. Special affects, special lighting, special names. I mean, come on, Winsted? Is that supposed to inspire fear? He’s not even good at that; how bad can he be?” 
          
          ~
          
          Excerpt from Ostentatious Luck chapter 10, Playing Princes. 

Hello! Thank you for voting for Of Moons and Blood. And thank you for the follow as well. Have a wonderful day xo

“Oh, wow, give him a medal for stepping over the bar that’s six feet under the ground. Grand prize, Rhys Brown.” 
          
          “Hey, I never claimed to be a good person,” Rhys snickered, his blue eyes flashing a little. 
          
          “Then why are you trying to defend yourself?” 
          
          “I’m not trying to—” he paused. “Listen. I’m just saying that I’m – well, a little bit of a better person now."
          
          ~ 
          
          Excerpt from Ostentatious Luck, chapter nine, One is Silver, the Other Gold

"...Because if I try to measure up to perfection I’ll never get there.” 
                      “Stawpit,” shrieked Dew, and reached across to slap Talia. 
                      “Don’t worry,” sniggered the girl, “just sarcasm.” 
                      “Evil!” gasped Dew in accusation. “I’ll tell Catrina you physically assaulted me, see – nyeh!” She slapped herself on the face, albeit not at all hard, and Talia laughed harder. “Nyeh! There, undeniable proof – you’re going to lose everything! Canceled, canceled, canceled!” ranted Dew as she paced back to the shelves to unload the boxes that had come today. 
          
          ~
          
          Excerpt from chapter eight "A Talk" from "Ostentateous Luck." 

"Eucalyptus rejected the couch. He also rejected the nest of blankets that looked far more comfortable than Dew’s own bed, even though it was literally right next to it, and he rejected the nest when it was piled onto the beanbag. So, Dew laid down in the beanbag nest and lazily motioned towards the bed. 
          
          “Sweet dreams,” she said with a challenge of a smile on her face, which was in the next moments to be her downfall. Eucalyptus looked at her, then the bed, then her again, then the bed, and then he finally turned himself towards Dew, and that was how she ended up with seventy pounds and four feet seven inches of a stringbean with fluffy hair which she was currently carding her hand through as she thought over the events of the day. From when she had woken up at seven thirty to now, at ten seventeen, felt like at least one week of events." 
          
          From "The Messes You've Made," the seventh chapter in "Ostentatious Luck."