And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.

Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.

How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?

To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last. Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.

I think with world building, it's important to create a sense of culture even if it is just a fantasy, and the best way to do that is to look at a real human culture and see what makes it cohesive.

Dead souls dream only of death. Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is