Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath thefloorboards.

Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.” The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.”Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow.”Fuck you,” said the raven.

I was made to rule the darkness.

Harden your heart.

Save your world. Love it. Protect it, and respect it and don’t let haters represent it. Don’t leave the saving to anyone else, ever, because, exhibit A – why, hello there – it’s way too...

NOOOO!” On the screen, a woman’s eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream.Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her,...

So.” [Isobel] cleared her throat. “What are we doing?””We,” [Varen] said at last, “are doing a project on Poe.””Didn’t he marry his cousin or something?””The man is a literary god and that’s all you have...

Isobel moved farther into the kitchen, not knowing whether to be relieved that her mother hadn’t had an atomic meltdown, or mortified that she’d taken it upon herself to play head chef with the nearest...

Despite all the dark armor, the kohl liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. She’d peered through the curtain of that cruelcalmness, through the death stare and the vampire sentiments and...

You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else’s dream who is, themselves, someone else’s.

Have you ever seen anything like it? They have everything, don’t they? Everything except a single care to dwell on.