I remember you from the woods. Where's your sister?"
"She's busy. Sinning.

The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day - mateless and abandoned.

But what if the monsters come?"
"Fancy." Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. "We are the monsters.

I wear my cool on the inside; that's why my hands are always so cold.

So...you don't like dismembering?"
"No."
"Evisceration?"
"Not so much." He laughed like he thought she was joking. "I'm a dull sorta guy."
"Yeah, kinda.

Wanna see the rest of my happy place?