Ha!” She leans down, her hair falling around us like a shimmering silver curtain.

He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.

Both of the items were used in an attempted murder, but hers was a dagger, and mine was a baby’s rubber bottle nipple. That was the last time I took a stab at love.

Fear of change was a weakness

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of...

The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and...