The Fey In This Country Keep To

He'd Kill You All Right. No Sweat. But For The Wrong Reasons. Amateur's Reasons. Of Course, You'll Be Just As Dead.

She Should Have Remembered That People Have Given Everything They Own, Everything They Are, To Be Taken Care Of, And To Have Their Pain Gone. It's The Lure Of Cults: The Promise Of A Good Family; It's What People Think Love Is, But Love Isn't Absence Of Pain, It's A Hand To Hold While You're Going Through It.

I Cannot Do It. I Cannot Bear It. I Cannot Go Back To What I Was Here. I Cannot Stand At Her Side And Watch Another Take Her. I Am Not That Strong Or That Good.

The Fey In This Country Keep To Themselves, And Are A Separate Nation, Much Like The American Indians, But With Even More Autonomy.

And Your Excuse?' I Asked. 'i'm A Sociopath; I Don't Have To Be Nice,' Nicky Said. I Gave Him A Look. 'you're Mad At Him.i Can Feel It; Which Means I Really Don't Have To Be Nice To Him.' 'i Thought You Were Friends.' 'what Part Of Sociopath Didn't You Understand?' He Asked.