When we were first married, I thought he must have been the most heartless, hateful man I'd ever known, but he was just as much a prisonor as I was. Where Vaughn imprisoned me with walls, he imprisoned his son with ignorance.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

Give me time" "For you, always.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.