“You know, the one problem with building up unattainable fantasies in one’s head,” he said, staring intently at the television, “is that they grow so large they eventually burst, leaving nothing behind but disappointment.” — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share Image
“Good afternoon, Sasha,” Finn replied, curiously eyeing the black book under his arm. The picture on the cover was of two pale hands holding… — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share Image
“Are you thirsty Anthea?” he warned, glaring at his sister. “Why don’t I fetch you a glass of shut the hell up?” — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share Image
“You know, the one problem with building up unattainable fantasies in one’s head,” he said, staring intently at the television, “is that they grow… — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share Image
