He saw with sudden awful clarity that if he turned tail now and if, by some appalling miracle, she should survive, he’d never hear the end of it. She’d latch onto his flawed character and...

Hardly has the universe stretched its wings to spanWhen it gathers to egg once more

We’re novel worthy, day walking, blood sucking, tortured souls trapped in a body that can’t die for all eternity with no feelings, no emotions and no heart. – Elaine White, Runaway Girl