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I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me. —Dylan Thomas
God, give me patience or an untraceable handgun,
“Haven’t you heard?” Jassin leaned close. He smelled like everything tempting and addictive. Like chocolate. Like sex. “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”
Time felt like a dying creature, dragging itself torn and bleeding over the ground.
knew what it was to hate the fear living in your head. I remembered how it felt to dread falling asleep at night, worrying about whatever dreams awaited you.
Only when my hands were pink and stinging did I realize the truth; I would never be clean again.
The Drowned Girls, its title read in blocky white letters. Did he make trips to Barnes and Noble? It was an odd mental image, this beautiful faerie browsing the mystery section.
