“Despite myself, I wince. Everything about her screams “psychopath” – and not the ho-hum, hey-kid-I’m-a-creepy-loner-who’s-gonna-chop-you-up-and-eat-you kind that Hollywood adores. She’s the truly effed-up variety. The hey-bitch-I’m-the-pageant-spawned-nightmare-who’s-gonna-make-you-wish-you-were-dead-if-you-even-think-about-running-against-me-for-Prom-Queen type. And it’s got me checking for the nearest exit. Until he steps in.” — K.C. King Copy Share Image
“The Future is as avoidable as the past is alterable, for the latter is, after all, a consequence of the former: A combination of… — K.C. King Copy Share Image
“As much as I try not to, I can’t help but stare. It’s kind of like stumbling across a bizarre Teen Vogue shoot, only… — K.C. King Copy Share Image
“Despite myself, I wince. Everything about her screams “psychopath” – and not the ho-hum, hey-kid-I’m-a-creepy-loner-who’s-gonna-chop-you-up-and-eat-you kind that Hollywood adores. She’s the truly effed-up variety.… — K.C. King Copy Share Image
“My vision blurred as I swung between the extreme urges to faint and slap someone.” — K.C. King Copy Share Image
“Half an ass,” he mutters, or at least that’s what it sounds like. In my opinion it doesn’t really pack a whole lot of… — K.C. King Copy Share Image
“How else do you explain a bunch of nature-loving, uniform-wearing, possibly-magic head cases who believe in royal clans and shack up in the middle… — K.C. King Copy Share Image
“Was it possible? Could he be supernatural? Did supernatural beings sit meditating within two feet of humans on the beach?” — K.C. King Copy Share Image
