“ They say the mad live in a world of dreams, or nightmares. I just need to find the way out. Mark Kirkbride
“ I reinvented myself. I acquired a taste for evil. I found I have a talent for it. And I murdered the old me. Mark Kirkbride
“ Because, visible through the slashed covers, the bone-deep wounds that crisscross the couple’s bodies pump blood. Some of the flaps of skin resulting from glancing blows are like gills, breathing. Yet… Mark Kirkbride
“ It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so gesture. Anything she touched became instantly talismanic. Mark Kirkbride
