“She’d never seen a boy with hands like that, with long, delicate fingers, beautiful but still masculine. His fingernails were long too, almost crystalline, tapered to points. They were the kind of hands you’d expect to see under lace cuffs,… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“They are part of his imagination, part of his story, and so, part of him. If he would not hurt you, then it only makes sense that they would not be able to do so either. They are the deepest parts of his subconscious. Shrapnel of his inner self. As you might have learned, they have the same desires and… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“Yesterday,” she began, speaking to his back, hurrying as though there was some element of him that was part hourglass.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“She felt him pull her to him. His voice, acidic and sharp, buzzed in her ear. "Soon...I'll be all that's left.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“You're really a blond," she said, her tone just short of accusatory. "And if you tell anyone, I will come to you in the… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“He smiled like he couldn't help it. She couldn't believe it. He was actally smiling , teeth and all. Had she ever seen him… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“It is naught but pain and regret when we think of the things and people we will never have, the opportunities we may never… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“I can't help it that I'm susceptible to you," he whispered. "You know that. It's just that you're so...unreal...and so I have to touch… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“To Madeline, This subtle second self Sheaf of me Can do more than you ever could. Like you, it can leave And go Somewhere… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“Isobel, this was the only way I knew how to reach you. After tonight it will all go away. I never meant for you… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
