He Is Strong, And Lithe,

I Don't Have A Bullet In My Head, Do I? So I'm Fine.

Why Is Your Heart Racing Tris?

What's Worse: To Be Idle While Someone Dies, Or To Be Exiled And Empty-handed?

Before She Got Here Everything Had Stalled Inside Me, And Every Morning I Was Just Moving Toward Nighttime.

Can I Ask Why You’re Throwing Knives At Cheese?’ ‘caleb Came By To Discuss Something,’ Tobias Says, Leaning His Head Against The Wall As He Looks At Me. ‘and Knife-throwing Just Came Up Somehow.’ ‘as It So Often Does,’ I Say, A Small Smile Inching Across My Face.