No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.