Just a few months ago, Karla would have fired off a text to a bunch of people, saying something useful like Hobart's killing all the B Widows. Going to stop him. Hugs & kisses, K and run off into the wilds of Glacia with no plan but a burning desire to stop the bastard in his tracks. But that was a few months ago--she'd learned a few lessons since ( Read more... )

Karla was in her room again, trying to decide where to hang her new paintings that she'd gotten from Sophie's gallery. Circle of Trust was probably going to hang above her desk, but she wasn't sure where to hang Stardust. The painting was amazing and would look lovely at the head of her bed, but she wouldn't be able to look at it while she was ( Read more... )

Karla felt much better by the time Monday morning rolled around. She didn't feel so damn drained, and every exercise of Craft didn't feel as if she were struggling to make it work. Which meant that she could finally Heal her face; she hadn't been fond of the idea of starting classes with a black eye and split lip ( Read more... )

After the picnic, Karla went to the dorms and found her room. Thank the Darkness, it was only on the second floor; she wasn't certain how much further she'd be able to go before just falling asleep on her feet. Even if being attacked and having drained the Sapphire nearly to the breaking point hadn't been enough, the shock of being at Fandom was ( Read more... )