Nothing Is More Terrifying Than

Where Did The Love Come From? What Was It Made Of?

The Night Belongs To Beasts Of Prey, And Always Has. It's Easy To Forget That When You're Indoors, Protected By Light And Solid Walls.

The Fairy's Dress Rustled As She Turned. Human Women Dressed Like Flowers, Layers Of Petals Around A Mortal, Rotting Core.

I Prefer A Story That Has The Good Sense To Stay On The Page Where It Belongs. - Elinor

I'm Perfectly Happy To Know The World At Secondhand. It's A Lot Safer.