You want a revolution, start murdering innocents.
Alone, we're us: an innocent secret made of bad habits spread across his bed.
We are angels just like the rest of our brothers and sisters.
Rule number six: no promises.""Okay", I agree easily. "No promises, ever.""Promise?" he asks."Promise.""And that's it.""That's the only one.
You know you've found love when they have: a smile that melts you, an innocence that soothes, a presences that glows and a trust in them that grows. - For Lydia
A common thread that weaves the stories of all the captives together is race—one racial group attacking another. Many innocent people were simply trying to live their ordinary lives when another group...