Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

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

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

As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough

And there's no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face.

...the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.