He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.

Travelling is a great time to catch up on my reading. It's hard falling asleep in new places, but a good book always makes it easier.

How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.

It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.

Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.