In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you'll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.