And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge or in spite of knowledge. I often see how you sob over what you destroy how you want to stop and just worship and you do stop and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife like a surgeon.What will you do after you have revealed all there is to know about June Truth. What ferocity in your quest of it. You destroy and you suffer. In some strange way I am not with you I am against you. We are destined to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. And you the same. We will be stronger for it each of us stronger with our love and our hate. When you caricature and nail down and tear apart I hate you. I want to answer you not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality. I want to fight your surgical knife with all the occult and magical forces of the world.

There are some things after all that Sally Owens knows for certain Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.

It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isnt to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.-------------------------------------------------Its so dark right now I cant see any light around me. Thats because the light is coming from you. You cant see it but everyone else can.

Stop fighting me he said trying to pull on the arm he held.He was in a precarious position himself straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.Let go of me I yelled back.But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail enough so that I wasnt in total danger of falling again.See heres the thing. In that moment before I let go I really had been contemplating my death. Id come to terms with it and accepted it. I also however had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.I looked him in the eye. I will always love you.Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasnt as precise a blow as I would have liked not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me stunned and his lips parted almost into a smile albeit a grisly and pained one.Thats what I was supposed to say. . . he gasped out.Those were his last words.

It is possible to induce incorrect notions of cause and effect in most people in just a few minutes. All that is necessary is to expose them to rewards which they believe they are generating based on their actions when in fact the rewards are randomly awarded. People will latch onto any seeming success and repeat it even when they have to explain repeated failures as well. It appears practically impossible or at least very rare for humans not to be influenced by immediate experiences of concrete results. This is true even if the experiences turn out to have limited theoretical validity. The moment of surprise is not when people repeat alchemical failures but when they begin to do something else.

I dont believe in prayer but I do believe in magic and I want to believe in miracles.

Heed that the Rue du Bourreau is my domain and I its malicious sovereign.

Another like me Dont leave me out here with myself Id go mad. Pleasedont leave me alone Samuel Just take me home Tears stream down her face.Please take me home

No debt Her eyes lapse into a stare. No debt someday when all thedreams are gonediscovered for when will that be Samuel Three times andthen declines forever.

I rouse Emily to our guests as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand.