In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.
Little mouse, a voice said through the keyhole. Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?
His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.
Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.
There's a monster in our wood. She'll get you if you're not good. Drag you under leaves and sticks. Punish you for all your tricks. Anest of hair and gnawed bone. You are never, ever coming... home.
Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.
I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.
Nice things don't happen in storybooks,' Taryn says. 'Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.
She swallowed his blood, a dark vintage from some forgotten cellar. She felt like Persephone in Hades, pomegranate seeds bursting against her teeth, juice rolling on her tongue, and the more she had,...
She says that what you did was a cry for help. It was, I say. That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.
He reached into the bag and drew out an odd array of manga, ripped paperbacks of books both classic and modern, and a small stack of crumpled magazines. See, I even brought some things to read aloud....
Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wo...
I heard you've been having some problems with your girlfriend. Headmistress Northcutt says. No, I say. Not at all. Audrey broke up with me after the winter holiday, exhausted by my moodiness. It's imp...
It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt.After all, hell is supposed to be hot.