My name is one best whispered in terror in a dark corner.

Famine was a dirty bitch with rotten fangs, but the hunger she put in a belly bit sharp nonetheless.

And I’ve learned to hit the brakes at these kinds of stop signs rather than t-boning a tanker truck filled with 200 proof mediocrity.

We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be.

Now that’s a ghastly moon, not ghostly.

I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I’d never slept better.

Jane sneezed three hundred dollars’ worth of coke into the air.Krishna’s black eyes seem to have mirrors in them. She glances at me with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat’s.

Sick twisted Abby was in love, with sick twisted, beautiful Jake.

Most people assume I write at night because of the kind of books I write, but I can shut out the light with my mind.

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

The Captain, so close as he was, didn’t warrant their attention. Even a fly on a horse’s hindquarters gets a tail whip. And that is the thick of it. We are less than flies to...

I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you.

Around eighth grade Margot started getting really sensitive about her weight, even though she wasn’t remotely fat—just a little round-faced. So Margot did what any normal fourteen-year-old girl would do. She started puking on purpose,...

For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me.If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought it was hope.

The surge of his ardour swept through him in climatic release, filling her womb with his final, mortal sowing.

He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul.

Why, oh why was I standing entranced when I should have been releasing my inner she wolf on his arse?

Why do you want to touch me? I’m nothing. I’m no one.

He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he...

She was my black rose, a broken angel I could hug and drift away with into peaceful oblivion.