“He was standing right behind us, the epitome of stillness, one hand on the back of the sofa, dark hair slicked back… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“It’s all black and white to you, isn’t it?” “Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I’m heir to the “sex is just sex” generation and I hate it. Not only friends have sex, people who don’t like… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Why did the Lord Master take one look at you and leave? What are you, Barrons?” “The one who will never let… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Did you fuck him?” “Ah!” I yelled. “Of course not!” I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Why have you chosen to spare me?” “I want us to be…what is your word? Friends.” “Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.” “I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I couldn‘t tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared. I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
