Intelligent Men Are Dangerous.

You Are A Sick, Sick Man,” I Told Him. “thank You,” Ben Replied, Looking Modest.

What Do You Mean?” Leslie’s Voice Was Cool, As If She Questioned Witches Who Were Flat On Their Backs Being Threatened By Werewolves Every Day.

You Cannot Sacrifice The World For Your Children.

"can't Sleep With A Dead Man In My Closet." "you Killed Someone?" Asked Ben With Interest.

It Was Adam, But He Was Too Late. He Couldn’t Love Me Anymore. He Would Be So Angry With Me. I Had To Hide. He Didn’t Love Me So He Might Hurt Me When He Was Angry. When He Calmed Down, That Would Hurt Him. I Didn’t Want Him Hurting Because Of Me. There Was Nowhere For A Person To Hide. So I Wouldn’t Be A Person. My Eyes Fell On The Shelves That Lined The Far Back Corner. A Coyote Could Hide There.