Better be a desperate single with options than a desperate married with no options.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It’s hard.

And without further argument he unsheathed the sword and cleaved Miss Foxe’s head from her neck. He knew what was supposed to happen. He knew that this awkward, whispering creature before him should now transform...

We prayed the moon would unstopper long enough to suck us through to the other side so we could see how dull the stars were at their backsides.