I caught his hand. What do you want me to do?Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. Tomorrow, I need you to die.
Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.
Do you think we can be friends? I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. Probably not, but we can pretend.
The other dark places,' Evan whispered. Visions of tunnels of earth and stone, caves and streams entered his head. It was far beneath them. He knew it was real and it was down there, waiting.
Evan had heard it all before. A paradise underground, made for things like the worm in front of him. A place where Evan would forget he had ever been human, forget he had a mother, maybe even forget his own name. This thing did not remember its own, Evan was sure of it.
The indication of a great creative work is when peers create fake Goodread accounts in a futile attempt to diminish its significance.
Did you recently turn into a jerk or have you been one since birth?
Do I look like I want to be involved in your teen love saga? Ask someone who cares.
My name is Arianna Morganna Brittany DuLac--you can imagine why I went by the name Ryan.
Many large corporations are actually modeled on hell,' Brother Frank added. 'The policies and organization are almost idential. Hell, of course, is much worse.