Long days and pleasant nights
Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.
Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.
Nobody likes a clown at midnight
Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.
I go where the story leads. And, sometimes, it is a little bit outrageous. And I relish that. I sort of want to be as much on the edge as I can.