By three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Kiba had to admit that he probably wasn't going to start making millions on his dogsled that weekend. Unless you counted millions as the number of times he'd dropped nails on the floor, banged his thumb with a hammer, glued his fingers together, shoved Akamaru's curious nose away from the mess of wood and ( Read more... )

Why her parents had sent her off with a pair of skis, Tayuya couldn't fathom. 'You can use them to hang washing on' her mother had told her, like it had been the most obvious thing in the world. 'Or maybe hold windows open.' Granted, she had actually done the last one since every bloody room was so hot, but by the time she'd tripped over them ( Read more... )