Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.
They want to be tied up, I tie them up. They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies. What about my needs?
He was a writer and words were his weapons.
Hope is merely another face of desire.
Children see magic because they look for it.
He had risked his freedom and his pride to buy her this, to acknowledge that part of her that everyone else seemed to want to get rid of.