Zitate

The windows of my house tremble from the power of thunder rolling across the skies.

In Paris, a child goes missing.

The boat lay in silence upon the water.

The fire crackled into the night air, little embers flying up in the darkness before

I lift the gold goblet to my lips as I watch the show of naked

The darkness bled into itself—no beginning, no end.

I was nine the first time the Physicians came to the house.

Ask me not if God exists, but why he’s such a prick.

She found him lying on the side of the road, bruised and bleeding but not