I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.

“His hand was on my throat, and he was crushing me back with his body into the c…”

“Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.”

“Who says we need the walls back up? You're roaches, we're Raid. We'll get rid o…”

“Like sheep, sidhe-seers herd by nature, until you *want* them to go somewhere. …”