She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.

When life is a horror....Don't look like a ghost!

Is is as if life or reality itself has had it in mind all along to unravel the very design i have been trying all along to impose on it.

We're not in a fairytale story. This is not a movie. Scriptwriters don't write our fates. We do.

Now, however open a person manages to be, there is one possibility to which he remains as closed as ever: the possibility that when he uncovers his deepest anxieties he will find hidden inside them certain horrifying truths which his whole effort to control his life has been designed to keep repressed.