They both read Herra Shynn’s ‘Young Gancy’ series, which came out approximately every three months packed with wilder and wilder galaxy-spanning adventures of the boy detective Luk Gancy. Lately, Gus thought the stories were rather preposterous. She hardly thought a sixteen-year-old would have the wherewithal to think about packing a C-sharp tuning fork that just happened to be the weakness of the book’s alien antagonist.
First Run, chapter 4
Jake made sure I got a copy of Spartacus within two days of knowing it existed in the book (it’s Gus’s favorite movie). this man has no peers.
I feel really bad because I wrote a little bit last night but had to work late and said work pissed me off because it took twice as long as I was promised and yeah. but NaNo selfie was taken and I’ll post them both tonight with combined word count. yep. that’s it.
Without a word, he came at her and swept her off her feet, catching her just above the hipbones and spinning her in a luxurious circle. He stopped, swayed, held her there, still devouring her with his gaze. She put her hands to his cheeks. He let her down slowly until their faces were inches apart and then he kissed her. He tasted like tiny mysteries.
First Run, chapter three
He went to the closet and took out their session machine. It was a pale, nondescript box, plain except for a set of dials boldly labeled, in clockwise order, River Sunset, Beachside Cottage, Forest Glade, and Lonesome Cruise.
First Run, chapter 3