Pete squeezed Jack's hand, hard as she could. "You're not alone," she told him. "If you've made up your mind to die, then I'll be with you here, until the end. I'd follow you into death if that's what you asked, Jack. Heaven, Hell. Anywhere at all.
Caitlin KittredgeTags: dark-urban-fantasy
How can you be dour when you have a tiny duck?
Caitlin KittredgeIn a platonic and boring fashion, is it all right if I share your fire until me clothes dry out? I have a feeling if I fall asleep damp I'll wake up with some horrid Victorian disease.
Caitlin KittredgeSometimes, there was no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the rest of you so thoroughly you became the walking dead, a ghost in your own life.
Caitlin KittredgeTags: loss grief bereavement
Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.
Caitlin KittredgeYou can't give up on me. If you give up, then I'm going to break into a million pieces.
I'm here. I'll give you everything I've got.
You're a monster that mothers threaten children with and you're still touchy as an ugly girl in a pretty dress.
Caitlin KittredgeYou smell pretty tasty.
Just what every girl wants to hear.
Do you know who I am, you sodding barn animal?" he hissed. The publican gurgled. "I'm Jack fucking Winter." Jack said, releasing him with a push that rattled clean glasses on the bar back.
Caitlin KittredgeTags: jack
Didn't know she was spoken for."
"You do now", Jack snarled. "And the next time you try to pass off your bloody Fae nectar on a human, I'll shove your little horned head up your arse and hold it there until you stop twitching.
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