Being dead wasn’t supposed to hurt. Where was the fairness in that? If I was dead, the least the universe could do was make it painless

I let my face go blank and nodded slowly. “Yes. The trolls. Back. With me. Cannot form. Complete sentences.” I shook my head. “Yeah, so not happening.

I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.

I think happy thoughts and feel happy things and I do not let myself near the swirling black edges of the hole that is my soul when I look at them.

I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.

You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.

I guess I can’t blame him for feeling bitter. Going from being the terror of Bulgarian nights to a janitor would kinda suck

…sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

Shadows go in front of you, leading into your future, and trail behind you, leaving a part of you in the past. They are clearest when we are in the light, and disappear when we...

Pretending is another way of lying, and I am so good at both.

Then the other door opened. I wen’t rigid. If I had thought Reth’s was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a...

Too true.