And I am the only one who knows it. He’s all black. What a cliché… most spies would try harder, but not him.

The Boy sat in the middle of an infinite sandy beach, chin resting on his knees, watching the same wave arrive and retreat, arrive and retreat…

Ffern the Fae wasn’t the fairest, nor was he the brightest,  But he didn’t care, all he wanted was to be an artist. Every Valentine's Day,

Spencer Cole was a successful accountant because success was measured in numbers, and Spencer Cole was excellent with numbers. Numbers meant stability, order and respect.

I was twelve when it happened. I locked the bathroom door and I sobbed, certain my mother was the last person who could help.