...you Don't Need Ghosts To Be Haunted.

Most Hatred Is Based On Fear, One Way Or Another.

I'd Killed Him In The End, But Revenge Only Makes Things All Better In The Movies. In Real Life, Once The Villain Is Dead The Trauma Lives On Inside The Victims.

He Doesn’t Pretend,” The Punk Pixie Said. He Nodded Toward Doyle. “nice Rings. You Got Anything Else Pierced?” “yes,” Doyle Said. The Boy Smiled, Making The Rings In The Edge Of His Nose And His Bottom Lip Curl Cheerfully With It. “me Too,” He Said.

I'd Made Sure I Knew His Name. You Shouldn't Ask People To Die For You If You Don't At Least Know Their Name.

Silk Didn't Care If It Slid Over Scars Or Smooth, Untouched Skin. I'd Earned My Right To Be Paranoid.