First line meme, cheating a bit. Okay, a lot.
She introduced herself as a 'lip taster'.
"A 'lip taster'?" I asked.
"Like a food taster. Some assassins put poison on their lips. One kiss, and poof! as good as dead. I will save your life by kissing any woman first."
"How long does this take?"
She shrugged. "Some poison is fast, some slow. It may take hours."
It was the Rapture, and cats were going to Heaven. Tabbies and Siamese, longhairs and short, white, black, calico, from hyperactive kittens to snappish old Toms, all fell gently upward into the deep blue sky, lazily twisting and turning, purring and yowling.
All Your Cities I Will Burn
They say that when telling a story you must pick carefully the right place to start it, neither too soon, nor too far into the story. I'm going to start my story of the courtship of Captain Spinks and Peggy-O about 435 million years before either was born. I hope that's not too soon.
"Blue," said Root. "Black, silver, black, white, black, red. Mommy, don't pass the next car. Please, mommy, don't pass it, don't don't don't."
Rad had the brains for Stanford, and almost had the grades, but he'd spent too much time in high school playing Hyper Gear Love Panic!, smoking slam, and boinking elegant gothic lolitas (including, cough, your lovely narrator). Stanford fragged him out of their admission pyramid at the third level, one round shy of an offer letter, and Rad found himself stuck doing 2012 as a ronin year. He could have settled for some llama school in a Red flyover state, or fluffed his application with do-gooder social work for the homeless or land mine removal for Médecins Sans Frontières in one of the UN protectorates. Instead, Rad decided to become a girl.
年貢 == nengu == (noun)
annual tribute, land tax
|Bottom radical is 'shell/money' (貝). Top radical is 'work' (工), which acts phonetically to express 'offer up', and also expresses its own meaning. Thus, 'to offer up money or work', or pay tribute. Henshall suggests as a mnemonic: 'Both work and money offered as tribute.'|