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I was halfway through my twenty-sixth year and not so sure that this was the finished product I wanted for my mind. I was doing my best to be normal. This was what normal people did, right?
People like to comfort themselves by believing the scary things are out in the world. It keeps them from living. It’s often the danger out your front door that blinds you.”
No matter how much I loved Nia and liked the man she’d married, I couldn’t bring myself to care about football even in the best of times. These were not the best of times.
Truth needed no frivolity. It had been all I’d needed.
Humans aren’t like fae, sweet one. We can lie. We can break our word. We don’t need consent. Some suggest that the human kingdom is the true hell, and I often wonder if they’re right.”
“You’re getting your imagery from Paradise Lost and Dante’s Inferno, which is fine if you want to base your worldview around dead white guys who wrote religious fanfic.
Twenty years. He’d kept the pantry stocked for twenty years, just in case she paid a visit.
I never would have put my money on you selling your soul to have a baby. Quite the twist.” I balled my fists. “I don’t want a goddamn crotch goblin.”
