You could still be lying, says the Roach. He turns to Cardan. Try her.Your pardon? Cardan says, drawing himself up, and the Roach seems to suddenly remember to whom he’s speaking in such an offhanded...
Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.
Dead or not, I have come for his heart and I will have it.
She wished it was an unfamiliar feeling, that ache, the urge that made her hit the gas when she ought to hit the brake.
Inspiration comes from everywhere. From life, observing people, etc. From movies and books you love. From research.
I got bored, he says. Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.
Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it.
People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.
Don't know. Don't care. I'm hopping on a bus and going until I can't go any farther. Until I find a place that feels like home.'He's quiet for a long time. 'How will you know what home feels like?'It...
The most important thing for any con artist is never to think like a mark. Marks think they can get something for nothing. Marks think they can get what they don’t deserve and could never deserve. Mar...
Would you? Mom smiles and touches my hair, pushing it back from my forehead. I let her, but I grit my teeth. Her bare fingers brush my skin. I am thankful when none of my amulets crack. Do you know wh...
Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter. She goes to the freezer and removes a tub of mint chocolate chip. She brings that and two spoons back to the sofa. For now, accept this delight, unworthy th...
Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.
Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.
If she'd known she was going to die at his hands, she would have dressed up.
Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.
Mutually assured destruction.
It's not fair. We had a story, and our story was important. And I hate that both of you can just walk away and take part of my story with you and not even care. I hate that you can do what you're supp...
It occurs to me that maybe desire isn't something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a t...
Father, I am what you made me. I’ve become your daughter after all.
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