“He brushed a kiss across my lips, there and gone before I could gather myself to respond. 'Come now my dear. Let's have breakfast." "Yes." There was a golden bubble in my chest, pushing out against my ribs. "Thank you… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“Funerals, Coffins, and Death. It’s not just a way of life; it’s also for breakfast. Yes, that is the new cereal I’m preparing to launch. Don’t mix it with milk. Pour it on formaldehyde.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
