A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.
Laurell K. HamiltonWhen I was younger, I'd wanted someone to promise me that things would work out and nothing bad would ever happen again. But I understood now that that was a child's wish. No one could promise that. No one. The grown-ups could try, but they couldn't promise, not and mean it.
Laurell K. HamiltonThat disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.
Laurell K. Hamilton