I’ll turn into a god of pain and disease and build an altar to you from the bones of your murderer. Their suffering will be my first odes, and they will not end until I...

I didn’t just feel it; I recorded each and every sensation. I can replicate each one. I will. I’ll play it back plus ten for the pastardthat caused my love to fall. And before they...

There are different kinds of anger. There is the kind that flares bright, like a fire devouring dry wood – an anger that dies as quickly as it ignites. There is the kind that takes...