What they had between them was still as fragile as flickering candle flame, as delicate as eggshell - and he knew that if it shattered, if he somehow let it break and be destroyed, something inside him would shatter too, something that could never be fixed.

“He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption”

“Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind othe…”

“I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”“Don’t be sexist.”“Not at all. My serv…”

“To my son,If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.I expect to die, if no…”