“My eyes went straight to a soft woman who sat facing the wrong way at the bar top. Soft, because I knew if I were to touch her skin, it would feel like a peach, the kind of woman you… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .” — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.” — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I melted into the dream as if I had always been there. I knew where I had come from; I knew where I was… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I don't think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it's crucial that they work together. It seems naïve… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For a long time, my subconscious rested in a dark place, ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record...” — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My eyes went straight to a soft woman who sat facing the wrong way at the bar top. Soft, because I knew if I… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The ocean pulsed outside our window. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below usually calmed me down, but the fear and… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When we can't understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed,… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
