One happy day for every falling leaf you catch.
This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one.
Maura had decided sometime before Blue’s birth that it was barbaric to order children about, and so Blue had grown up surrounded by imperative question marks.
Cole made a hissing sound. “Are you inside yet? God bless America and all her sons. What is taking you so long?” The front door was locked. “Here, talk to Grace” “Mommy isn’t going to give a different answer than Daddy,” Cole said, but I handed her the phone anyway.
I remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.
I’d learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space.
Sam: I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
Sam: “I – it’s – I’m not an animal.
It’s easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don’t understand. Something that makes them feel strong or clever. It’s why they love the ocean.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.
Can I ask you a question? Ya just did. Can I ask you 2 questions then? Ya just did. Ohh, so you’re a smart ass.
Non mortem, somni fratem.
I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?
Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. “I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.
No one was meant to see hell before they got there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.
She was past present future. I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
I am an equation that only she solves, These X’s and Y’s by other names called, My way of division is desperatley flawed, while I multiply days without her.
Just her and the pink switchblade. They were a good pair. Both incapable of opening up without cutting someone.
I can’t change the way I’m made. I’m a performer, a singer, a werewolf, a sinner.
Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.