Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.
Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.
No, I cannot see myself serving Balekin.
Little did Prince Dain know that my real skill lies in pissing people off.
Karate-chopping ninjas in a mudslide? Tamara gave Aaron and Call a dark look. Could you guys try to lay low?
It’s hard to look at Barron now, but I do. He’s smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.
It’s hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you don’t even know about.
It’s disturbing to see him like this, behaving as though he might have emotions.
If we have to be cat burglars, I'm going to see what' to steal in the fridge.We're trying to find evidence she's the poisoner. Just a thought before you start putting random things in your mouth. Ruth...
If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.
I wonder if he really could rationalize what I did to him, really treat betrayal like the slight transgression of a recalcitrant business partner. I wonder if I hurt him. If he can rationalize what I...
I wanted to be in love like in the storybooks and songs and ballads. Love that hits you like a lightning bolt. And I'm sorry, because yeah, I get that you think I'm ridiculous. I get that you think I'...
I promise I will repay you. Oh yeah? she asked, looking at him, with his bare feet and plain, dark clothes. With what? The smile stayed on his lips. Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memori...
I can walk into someone's house, kiss their wife, sit down at their table, and eat their dinner. I can lift a passport at an airport, and in twenty minutes it will seem like it's mine. I can be a blac...
I can feel the moment he gives in and gives up, pulling me to him despite the threat of the knife. He kisses me hard, with a kind of devouring desperation, fingers digging into my hair. Our mouths sli...
How will I know when I’ve learned it, since I don’t know it now? he asks.The question sounds like a riddle. Come back when returning feels like a hard choice instead of an easy one, I answer finally.
His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.
For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine. —William Winter
Every plan is a house of cards.
Don't be drinking the Haterade.