A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

An awkward silence descended between us. Where did that phrase come from? I wonder. Silence descended. Descended from where exactly? Was it hovering over us like the alien spaceship in Independence Day? Maybe it wasn’t...

People believe what they are told.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

Non c’è appagamento che non sia reso più dolce dal protrarsi del desiderio.

After you, it’s all cheap tequila.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

I lie awake in my bed, clinging to the brightness I have known, fighting back the tide of darkness, the memories of blood and branding and horror, and the legacy of cruelty that runs in...

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting

Sidonie, I know you don’t remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is...