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“There’s nothing to fear.” But there’s so much to fear. All I feel is fear.
It can be terrifying living in a world that is primed to not accept who you truly are.
“Do you want me to punish you, Brom Bones? Because I’ll give you whatever punishment you think you deserve.”
“Go to hell,” he wheezes. “And join you there? Don’t mind if I do.”
After a life of loss and secrets, I’m choosing to be wicked. And, my lord, it feels impossibly good.
How I envy that man, able to sleep through the night without any headless horsemen or ghosts of dead teachers and dead wives haunting him.
Such a terrible feeling to feel small and alone as others go on laughing without you, part of some world you’re not privy to.
“I want to be with you every single moment of every day. You’re all I think about, all I dream about, all I want and I promise you, I promise you, nothing is going to stand in the way of that. Everything I am doing, I am doing for you, Kat. I’m doing it for us.”
I have a bad habit that when someone tells me I can’t do something, say something, see someone, it makes me want to do it even more. I don’t know who taught me to be so rebellious in a world where rebellion is so often punished. But perhaps I like the punishment.
“What a strange thing it is to cry,” I mutter, watching as a teardrop falls from my face and down to the ground between us. “What a strange thing to have our hearts bleed in this way that it comes out from our eyes.”
This truly is a land of harbored secrets and I’m starting to suspect the fog works in the way that the Sisters’ moving faces do. It keeps you from looking too closely.
“Are you sure you’re not in love with me, pretty boy?” But before I can say anything he kisses me so deeply that I feel it in my soul. And my soul starts to burn.
“Now, these covens aren’t said to exist anymore, but rumor has it that both might have settled around Sleepy Hollow.” I get up, feeling the eyes of my classmates on me as I stride quickly toward the door. “And an even greater rumor is that the Devotus and Erusian covens may have both survived thanks to a bargain made with a demon, a bargain to bring in what some would consider the anti-Christ.”
“I need to talk to you,” Brom says, looking at me, then at Kat. He walks over to her first, puts his arm around her and kisses the top of her head, and then comes over to my desk. “I learned something in class today.” “You mean to tell me you’ve been learning in everyone else’s class except mine?” I ask, leaning back in my chair and folding my hands across my chest.
“I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what you want to hear.” “The truth,” I plead. “All I care about is the truth.” “Even when it hurts?” “Especially when it hurts,” I tell him. “Because that means it’s real.”
I have a black heart, Crane. I’m the devil’s pawn, a chess piece in his game. Nothing good has ever come from me, and nothing good ever will.”
I can see why Marie wanted this man. He is warm while I am cool. He is the sun, where I am the fog.
it’s enough to make me want to be a better man for him.
“Love is involuntary,” he says, his voice quiet and harsh. “I love you, Ichabod Crane. I love you against my own will.”
I love you because that’s just how it is. It’s as automatic as taking my next breath.”
“Crane and I, we’re your family now.” He glances at me, longing in his gaze, but doesn’t say anything. “This kind of family is the one that counts,” I tell him. “This is the one that’s chosen. Not by blood, though I reckon we’re bonded by blood now anyway, but by choice and with purpose. The three of us, we have chosen each other, and that counts for everything.” “I want to believe you,” he says quietly. “Then believe me,” I tell him. “You can choose to believe me.”
“Innocence never did anyone any good,” Kat says. “I may have lost my innocence to you, but in its place, I gained power.”
“There’s also a slight possibility that you’re wrong.” Crane looks at me as if I slapped him. I shrug and let go of his arm, gathering up my robe as the cold starts to creep in. “I’m sure it happens to you from time to time.”
They were everything to me. My true power. And worth every sacrifice. I was going to do all I could to live, because I wasn’t about to leave them behind.
“I think I should marry the two of you,” I whisper. They both blink at me in surprise. “You know that’s not possible,” Crane says, though the hope in his voice is unmistakable. “Maybe not legally,” I say. “Maybe not in the eyes of God. But in our hearts, in our souls, it’s more than possible. And it counts for more.” Crane’s optimistic grey gaze fixes on From. “Well? What do you say, pretty boy? Will you marry me?” “I’ll have to think about it,” Brom says, his face serious. Then that dimple appears and he laughs.
My wife gives me a look, elbowing me in the side. “We will not. Crane, you’re the one who said we need to stop spoiling them.” “Well, Mrs. Crane, I meant that you should stop spoiling them. Being the man of the house, I believe it’s my duty to lay down the double standards.”
“She prefers to be called Kat,” I tell him, putting my hand on my wife’s lower back in a possessive manner, lest she be charmed by this man. Three’s not a crowd, but four certainly is.
