Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.