I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

Madrigal sniffed herself. "I'm almost sure I don't smell." "Maybe not, but between shining cleanliness and not smelling, there is a vast gray area.

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The law of gravity.

... and holy hell the chocolate is so intense and pure it should be named an element and given a spot on the periodic table. It would be Ch, which isn't even taken.