In bocca al lupo’ ‘Crepi il lupo.

Nightmares aren’t frightening once you wake up.

But Sam doesn’t need to be my therapy, or my life preserver, or my rescuer. I have to be all those things for myself if a marriage between us is ever going to work.

Are you all right?” The question surprised Jess, and it broke through his black shell enough to make him throw a look at his friend. “No.” I didn’t think you were. Everyone wants you to be. That must be worse, that they think you should be fine.

Iced tea, in the South, is the hallmark of hospitality.

They’ve all got stories, Jess thought. I need to know them. Best of all, he could know them. He could learn anything here. It felt like limitless possibilities.

Hell”, Shane spit in disgust. “I can’t hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her” He tossed her the bat.

Stripping away the humanity because that is the only way I can save myself and still watch this unrelenting horror.

Bite me.

When all the world is a lock, boy, you don’t make a key. You become a key.