I want to lay my kill at your feet.

I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I've brought you someone else's.

what red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

The Law is supposed to keep us safe and strong and able to birth healthy children, yet the Law wants us to tear each other apart to find a leader. The Law's a bunch of hypocrisy.

Life is an illusion that last too little.