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.

“Finally, Dageus finished, and she heard Gwen and Chloe say simultaneously, brea…”

“Whether I see the Fae, or whether I’m a man. I believe I’ve laid your mind to r…”

“There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty idea…”

“When I thought I'd killed him, I felt more alone than I've felt in a long time.…”