Most men die many times in their lives. The man we become invariably slaughters the child we once were. His knowledge of the world murders the babe's innocence. from Time Untime by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn KenyonDonโt you have something to do? (Sin) If not for the fact it would result in your breaking every bone in my body and making me cry for Mommy, Iโd be calling some cops. As it stands, I think my neck is best served by trying to talk sense into you. (Kish)
Sherrilyn Kenyon