Tonight The World Is Yours, As Am

Maybe She'd Been Drinking Too Much Of The Super-sweet Mexican Coca-cola They Had Down Here. Or Maybe She Was Just Tired, Alone, And Far From Home. Because Somewhere In The Brittle, Concrete Center Of Azrael's Dark Heart, Something Was Melting.

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Texts.

When She Reached The Shallow End, Kingsley Held Out His Hand And Pulled Her Up, But She Lost Her Step And Fell Into His Arms, Her Body Crushing Momentarily Against His.

He Knew What It Was Like To Love One Who Did Not--or Could Not--love You Back. But He'd Had No Choice. None Of Them Did.