Jealousy can instigate the cruellest act, or more to the point, hatred can. Miss Bennett was the one who found Nathan lying at the bottom of the stairs in the cellar, said he must have slipped or something, especially with one leg being so much weaker than the other. They as good people never would have suspected their own daughter of pushing him. That she never showed emotion over her brother__ death was put down to trauma. I could see what they could not__ child incapable of any kind of feeling apart from selfishness. I can still picture him now, lying on his stomach, his head twisted at an unnatural angle, eyes glazed like one of Rhiannon__ dolls. She was then about seven years old with the face of an angel and a nature as cruel as anyone on death row.

When you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.

The feelings and the memories and the perceptions in me are my own, they are terrible and secret and if I can turn them out, if I can display them on canvas_ or even on my skin if I must_ He turned his head and looked at her. __hen they are special. Do you see? I create from my secrets, from the halls in my soul.

Why was it that boys said girls were so hard to understand when she hadn't known a single guy who hadn't confused her to the point of screaming?

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Have you been hitting the wine or my mother's brownies again?