But I had no plans to end my own life, and accidents couldn't be predicted. Neither could murder, unless my aunt and uncle were planning to take me out themselves.

The queen was my favorite chess piece. Unlike the women I knew in real life, she was powerful. Her job was to defend her husband at all costs, because while he was weak and practically defenseless—only allowed to move one square at a time—she was the strongest player on the board, hindered by no restrictions at all.

I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.

Can we save the live demo for later, please? Bean Sidhe in angst, here.

If I weren't already dead, I'd be alive with joy.

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.