Hemlock & Silver

by T. Kingfisher

I was more than old enough to know that evil could present a fair face, but I had never heard that it got tired. Quite the opposite, really. Evil is relentlessly energetic.

Don’t rummage through your daughter’s things or she might run off and become a nun.

was this man doomed to be present at every humiliating moment of my life? Retching and sick and sobbing … Maybe I can get explosive diarrhea and round out the set.

If I blurted out something like, By the way, I’m falling in love with you, there was a chance that Javier would reciprocate. There was also another, much larger chance that I’d just have succeeded in making the last hours of our lives incredibly awkward.