“You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals—if they didn't devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“No. I made that choice. I let all that anger and pain get twisted up in my thoughts for you.” He leaned in. “It… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“We both want you dead. I'm bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“She has built her whole life on the foundation of beauty: each chiseled plane, each sloping dimple, each soft curve as crucial as keystones… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“Does your family play games, too?" She tries to sound off-hand. "No. Just me - and my brother." Which means her parents are in… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn't. It… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“If people are meant to live, they'll live. If not, more room for the rest of us.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“You were a well-respected agent, Michael, a rags-to-riches fairytale ending. Until you became disgraced. Now it appears your own organization wishes to be rid… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“If a woman defined herself solely by the man she was with—and vice versa—the world would be a very shallow and insipid place, indeed.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else's fantasy isn't nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
