“We all have our fictions, little lies we tell ourselves to keep going from one day to the next.” LittlesLyingNextFictionOne DayKeep GoingLies We Tell Ourselves Author:Ilsa J. Bick
“Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?" She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance. Instead, he kissed her.” KnowsLittlesSaidMightBlackVoiceChanceKnow HowFireColdShadowHotLike MeApplesContradictionElectricScent Author:Ilsa J. Bick
