You Are Truly Satan's Sequined

I Do Not Want To Pass The Time. I Want To Grab Hold Of It And Leave My Mark Upon The World.

There Were Few Things Worse Than Being Ordinary, In Evie’s Opinion. Ordinary Was For Suckers.

It Was A Kiss Small In Its Ministrations But Epic In Its Feeling.

There Are Times When One Friend Requires The Blind Faith Of Another.

The Uncertainty Of Our Future Is Nothing More Than A Fog Of Breath On A Windowpane.