If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.

It would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake. Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn't work, either.

Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming

There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.

There were a million What Ifs that could have stopped the whole thing. A million things I wished I'd done differently. But in the end, I was left with what actually happened. With my mistakes and his.

That's because Tod never brings anything but death and bad advice," I snapped. "That's not true." Tod tried to grin, "Sometimes I bring pizza.

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?