Don't deny yourself your oddities but DON'T FOLLOW AFTER ME

His face was a ghost story: graveyard eyes, cheekbones as sharp as urban legends, a sealed-coffin mouth.

Once upon a time, Isola Wilde was watching late-night television with her eldest brother, Alejandro, when Channel 12 broadcast a live suicide.

Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.

Dear Reader,These stories, fables and memories are all true in one way oranother.These stories are about you and me.These stories feature:— girls who kill— girls who are killed— girls who are alive— and girls who are otherwise.

He shook his head,'Fuck, you say such fucking weird things.''Is that still your favourite word?' asked Isola interestedly, 'I like "verisimilitude". Tolkein said the most beautiful English phrase is "cellar door",

There was something familiar but strange about her - Snow White with a suntan. Cinderella in biker boots. Tough and delicate and magical and real all at once.

And they lived ever after, whether they were happy about it or not.

Ah, sweetie. If the poets couldn’t unriddle them, then you certainly can’t. Be kind, and keep your ears on offer if she wants to talk. But you can’t draw out the strangeness, Edgar. It’s not a poison.