“Wishes, I am finding, are fickle things when they turn on you.”

“Wishes, I am finding, are fickle things when they turn on you.”

“Wishes, I am finding, are fickle things when they turn on you.”

“Do I look the sort to cause trouble?" he asks. For the first time, he looks me directly in the eye. I catch my breath as his eyes slam into me. They're the gray of the sky right before a blizzard."Well, they did just throw you into a cell," I say, voice soft. "But, no." I break our gaze, finishing my thoughts silently.You like the sort that brings it.”

“The only promise life fulfills is its end.”

“If they tell me one more time that I'm using the wrong fork for a part of a meal, I swear I'll show them exactly how multifunctional the utensil can be.”