Because I would watch the HELL out of it. CBR15Bingo: Sex square. From here she could taste the burning edges of his thoughts. He wasn’t just afraid of something—he was afraid of everything. He hated this house, and the memories in it. The memories themselves were knives, glinting in the light. They pricked her fingers, warning her away. The taste of him on her tongue, real and imagined was burnt sugar, wild adoration, tender rage. Poor thing, poor desperate thing. ― Olivie Blake, The Atlas […]
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The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake