You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin' up. Plain and simple.

Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.

If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.

He didn't have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald- he blinked-uh, bad.

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.