Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it.

Sorry for hurting you, she said right in my ear, but it wasn't really an apology, because you don't bite someone's earlobe to tell them you're sorry.

Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.

at last no one decided And no one knocked And no one jumped up And no one opened And there stood no one And no one entered And no one said: welcome And no one answered: at last