Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

But he is pretty. God, I hope he's not an asshole. Do you think there's any chance he's both non-orifice and single? I mean, seriously. What are the chances?

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 want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don't step on the small girl’ kind of way.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

A pause came between them, and it was so full of Akiva that Karou imagined she could smell him.

I've always been a reader and a writer.