I love you. I believe it. I believe I am lovable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?
I knew then the taste of true fear. It tastes of dark places deep in your stomach and holds you by the neck.
I adore complaining— it calms the nerves
How many bones did he set? I cared about it much less than they did. It's my Florence Nightingale calm, I suppose.There was a pause.Twenty-seven, said Father.There was a question mark in that pause. H...
Excellent fistibus, said Eldric, but he wasn't done with my hand. He inspected my left palm, the pucker of scars. There's no fortune to be read in that palm, I said, but of course he wanted to know ab...
Death had no lips, but it was smiling.
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