She comes back Through blood by blood She returns Cut deep now Like me Humanity saves her Will she save me?

But we're going to smile and pretend we're fine with the dorky birthmas gifts because people do not get that they can't mush a birthday into christmas.

I believe there is little you cannot do once you set your mind to it.

Neferet, you're nuttier than squirrel turds.

They done Wrong Like ink from a busted pen Thrown away 'cause of someone else Used up But he come back Dressed in night Fine as a king With his queen The wrong Made right So right.

But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest. "Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.

Not that the path was smooth and pothole free. But still, it was my path, and like me, it was bound to be unique." -Zoey