We're all damaged somehow."-A Great and Terrible Beauty
The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.
Did they find something wanting in you, Gemma, at the party? You didn’t speak too freely or behave…strangely?” I grew claws and bayed at the moon. I confessed that I eat the hearts of small children. I told them I like the French.
I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
No one can steal our dream.
When I dream, I dream of him.