Hollow Heathens (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #1)

by Nicole Fiorina

Boys should know never to take a coffee from the hands of a female … unless they were warming it up.

For a fleeting moment, horror satisfies whatever it is inside me that starves to be filled, faced, or forgotten.

As Frankenstein once said, all noise that wasn’t misery was torture to me. Solitude was a monster’s only solace.