So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?
Rachel VincentYou're the brightest thing I've ever seen, Kaylee. You're this beautiful ball of fire spitting sparks out at the world, burning fiercely, holding back the dark by sheer will. And I always knew that if I reached out -- if i tried to touch you -- I'd get burned. Because you're not mine. I'm not supposed to feel the fire. I'm not supposed to want it. But I do. I want you, Kaylee, like I've never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.
Rachel VincentIf she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a female bean sidhe. That's what we do.
Rachel VincentScrew this. Heโd blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutalโmy favorite way to play.
Rachel Vincent