One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.
What an author doesn't know could fill a book.
What I've always loved about faeries is the way that they, unlike so many other supernatural creatures, are not human and have never been human. They have different customs and different taboos, and woe to anyone who breaks them.
She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.
Nice things donβt happen in storybooks,β Taryn says. βOr when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.
Legends need not concern themselves with something as small as happiness
