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

She's got the kind of ethereal, unselfconscious beauty some young girls possess that breaks your heart. Or theirs.

The grief in her green eyes slips then hardens and, for an instant, Pendleton sees the woman she has become and has no right being, not at sixteen.

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

Sometimes you don't know what you need until it's gone

The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.

This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.