When you live without someone for as long as I have, love becomes this abstract concept, something you attach to a memory. And when memories are that old, they feel like dreams, and you wonder if any of it was real, or if your mind created it all.

War takes many things from people, but unfortunately, pain is not one of them.

Guerilla warfare? I was in way over my head. I told myself that I could do this. It was guerilla warfare every time I went to sleep.

This is where happiness sneaks up on you, and you forgive evil people for unforgivable things because they give you a taste of a future you always thought was beyond your reach.

You want to see compassion? Fine." I take the hand pressed against my shoulders and kiss his knuckles. "I've now kissed the hand of my mother's killer."Before he has time to react to my chaste kiss, I bring my other hand up and slap him. His head whips to the side."I'm also a vindictive bitch," I say.

I’ll be at your side, till the darkness dies.

If I didn't think you were the devil, I'd say you'd be able to seduce even him.

I know all about broken things. I came from a broken house, and a broken land full of broken people. I have a broken soul and a broken heart. This man doesn't know it, but all his cracks align with mine.

So this is how the rich bleed--elegantly.

This was crazy. He ate humans for breakfast. Not tomention he was older than Father Time. So why was Ifalling for him, falling for him when I couldn’t help butpush everyone else away? It frightened me to feel thisway, yet I couldn’t stop this and didn’t want to.