Cruddy Mouthbreather.
Kaye took another drag on her cigarette and dropped it into her mother’s beer bottle. She figured that would be a good test for how drunk Ellen was – see if she would swallow a butt whole.
Cassel, she said, you want to know how to be the most charming guy anyone’s ever met? Remind them of their favorite person. Everyone’s favorite person is their own damn self.
I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.
Her screams spiraled up into the night air.
There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery – Cassel Sharpe.
Dead or not, I have come for his heart and I will have it.
For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine. – William Winter.
Every night, in every Coldtown, people die. People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.
She came out of sleep like a thunderclap – waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn’t remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.
There’s no way out,” she reminded herself. “There’s only what you do before you die.
I survive at the edge of friends circles.
Love changes us, but we change how we love too.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.
She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
I can learn to live with guilt. I don’t care about being good.
She looks honestly upset, but then, I’ve learned that I can’t read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they’re always lying.
Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.
I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.