We all have our fictions, little lies we tell ourselves to keep going from one day to the next.

As the dog sprinted back, Jack said to the girl, "Sweetheart,honey, why do you have to be so hateful?" "Why not?" Ellie said. "It's not like being good ever got me anywhere.

There are those individuals who die for a cause, and we say they have made the ultimate sacrifice. We call them martyrs, and we never doubt their sincerity. Yet many others search their entire lives for something—or someone—worth dying for and this is very different. These are the lonely and the desperate, fearful that their lives have no meaning. They yearn for the bullet, if only someone else will pull the trigger.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.

The familiar was usually invisible; how many people really noticed everything they saw?

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.