I don't lie," I lied.
Holly BlackIt hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt.
After all, hell is supposed to be hot.
Tag: cassel holly-black red-glove
But now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whispering the right answers in our ears like it's some cosmic SAT test. Just us, hour by hour, minute by minute, day by day, making the best choices we can.
The thought is horrifying. If that's true, then there's no right choice. There's only choice.
Tag: choices
I can walk into someone's house, kiss their wife, sit down at their table, and eat their dinner. I can lift a passport at an airport, and in twenty minutes it will seem like it's mine. I can be a blackbird staring in the window. I can be a cat creeping along a ledge. I can go anywhere I want and do the worst things I can imagine, with nothing to ever connect me to those crimes. Today I look like me, but tomorrow I could look like you. I could be you.
Holly BlackYou're like this leopard who's pretending to be a house cat.
Holly BlackSometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.”
“I never lie,” I lie.
Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling back and forth. Tilting freely, to and fro. One does not like to think that sometimes it is the angel that falls.
Holly BlackTag: angels holly-black a-flight-of-angels
Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.
Holly BlackFor me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.
Holly BlackPoisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.
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