It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something.

MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.

That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him. “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.

Civilization is vastly overrated.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.