Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn't she be that cat?

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.

There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.

Around Mik, my powers desert me. I lose basic motor function, like my brain focuses all neural activity on my lips and shifts into kiss preparedness mode way too early, to the detriment of things like speech, and walking.

Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

It’s not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?

My tiny scary friend is coming