On day three of the Cold That Would Not Die, Karla blearily swam back to consciousness sometime that evening. Ugh. Where had the days gone? Oh right, they'd gotten lost somewhere in a bottle of heavy duty cough syrup. She was tempted to take more and go back to sleep until she felt less like she'd been hit by a rickshaw or three, but she was also ( Read more... )

The first thing Karla did when she got home from the park was fall into bed and take a nap. She'd left the encounter feeling bruised and off-center; most of that was due to the talk, but the dreams she kept having and oppressive feeling of waiting that the island had developed overnight weren't helping any ( Read more... )

Karla was wearing the prettiest of her ' accidentally sexy' outfits and frowning at herself in the mirror. Technically, she knew she had more important things to be thinking about: her visit to 'Dite's, Ender's disappearance, just leaving Raven behind in the wake of everything, but instead, she just kept thinking about all things Rose said last ( Read more... )