The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.

All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.

Jericho." "Mac." "Thank you for saving my life. Again.

The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again. - Cian MacKeltar

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield.