Guilt Was Its Own Prison.

Love Doesn’t Stop People From Betraying Each Other

We Need To Be Together." "why?" I Asked Softly. The Word Was Carried Away On The Wind, But He Heard. "because I Want You." I Gave Him A Sad Smile, Wondering If We'd Meet Again In The Land Of The Dead. "wrong Answer," I Told Him. I Let Go

If You Wanted To Remold People, You Had To Break Them Down First.

Did You Just Use Juxtaposition In A Sentence?" "yes, Sage" He Said Patiently. "we Use It All The Time With Art, ... That, And I Know How To Use A Dictionary

I’m A Succubus.” He Shook His Head. “no, You Aren’t.” “yes, I Am.” “you Aren’t.” I Was A Bit Surprised To Be Having This Conversation. “i Am Too.” “no. Succubi Are Flame-eyed And Bat-winged. Everyone Knows That. They Don’t Wear Jeans And Sweaters.