When little Tess had nightmares, her mother always soothed her. Mother would say, “Monsters feed on fear. Starve the beast and it will be powerless.” 151 more words
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Horrid people. How I wish they were monsters.
But they’re not. Just people who’ve been broken or twisted.
If people were monsters, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with Halfman: his horns would have been showing even while he ran his long, tree frog fingers through my coiff. 71 more words