Lilith Saintcrow
Lilith Saintcrow
Lilith Saintcrow is an American author of urban fantasy, historical fantasy, paranormal romance and steampunk novels. Saintcrow was born in New Mexico. She currently resides in Vancouver, WA...
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CountryUnited States of America
sex looks humans
Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.
death people leaving
I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.
bad-ass ass sucker
What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.
mind someday
Someday, Dante, I will discover how your mind works
ideas killing seems
Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.
lonely people normal
Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.
hurt funny-things heartache
That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.
stupid air goes-on
I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.
horse forever mind
I wondered what I’d end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn’t even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn’t drag that out of me. Ever.
thinking self apples
And now here he was in my kitchen. Smelling like apple pies and looking at me with a direct seriousness that made him even cuter. The bruising spreading up the side of his face had halted, and under it he was very pretty. Not jock-pretty, or the hurtful kind of pretty that tells you a guy is too busy taking care of his royal self to think about you.
tears wanted
He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.
pay should uncomfortable
I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.
ideas fire half
He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why. Wow. Oh wow.
girl knows
And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?