The pharmacy was perfect, and I was only there for the cash. And maybe a new foundation. Eyeliner. Shampoo. Oh, and maybe some chocolate. The manager nodded at one of the employees, who sprinted off to the cosmetics area. “Maybelline!” I called. “Warm ivory!” “Rich alabaster would be better!” she yelled back. ― S.A. Sommers, Petty ************ Farrier folded his arms across his massive chest and leaned against the desk. “We have all these visible heroes. Flying around, running around, leaping over shit. Saving the […]