It never once crossed his mind that a cocktail brewed from actual bat blood and filtered bog water might not be everyone's cup of tea.

You were supposed to marry your fiancé under the vast, starry skies. The ocean decided to drown you—and something else claimed you as its own.

You walk past the same mannequin every day. One night, she steps off her pedestal to meet you.

Under the steady glow of Moondance Diner sign and late October rain, Nico Cavanough pours coffee like his life isn't falling apart.

❝I have been called many things across several centuries. Illegitimate—once, inaccurately. Proud—frequently. Handsome—rather more often than was strictly modest. But I do believe this is the ...

❝They're not missing. They're right here. People aren't lost just because nobody's looking in the right room.❞

❝I've been breathing in sawdust since I was fifteen. Nothing changes here, you know? The trees just get a little older, and so do we.❞

❝Sleep now. I'll take you back to her. Just close your eyes and you won’t have to miss her for a little while..❞

❝To jump off the car is highly not recommended. But you can try to scream if you want. You know, for the thrill?❞

❝And this one ... give it to your mum. Make sure to tell her Adit got it for her.❞

❝I didn't work this hard to keep you alive just to end it this way. It's going to be excruciating. Try not to scream.❞

❝Shh ... Breathe soft. A loud heart is enough to collapse this place.❞

Th...

❝ Don't pull back! Please ... We're married, baby, it’s just us now. Let me feel you—I can't breathe right now. Let me feel you.❞