sci-fi-romance

Fly away home to a better place where everything is better, boys are never lost, and mothers don__ ever leave.

They were gone. They'd come for her, but she'd missed them and she was never going to get home again.When she finally turned toward the door to the apartment once more, she saw that Lucien had dragged himself from the bed. He was braced in the door frame, his dark skin bleached of color.

How could they do this? How could anyone sell another human being? How could anyone buy another human being? I was disgusted.

There was a short silence, then Dr Starrick decided that this was a good time to just blurt out that I also had two hearts.

He created waterfalls for her out of the morning dew, and from the colored pebbles of a meadow stream he made a necklace more beautiful than emeralds, sadder than pearls. She caught him in her net of silken hair, she carried him down, down, into deep and silent waters, past obliteration. He showed her frozen stars and molten sun; she gave him long, entwined shadows and the sound of black velvet. He reached out to her and touched moss, grass, ancient trees, iridescent rocks; her fingertips, striving upwards, brushed old planets and silver moonlight, the flash of comets and the cry of dissolving suns.

We were the lucky ones, the notthese, we were the ones who had survived the aerial bombing and fire-clusters, the final flash. Regrettable, unavoidable, a war to end all wars, a war for democracy, a war for freedom, peaceful war. Sometimes war is necessary. Sometimes war is right. But to the broken and the dead, to the wounded and the maimed, to the exploded and the shrapnelshattered, to minds gone dark, to eyes that have seen agony no tears can wash away, it hardly matters that the dead language of war repeats itself through time. The bodies that can say nothing have the last word. What is it _ the last word? No.No more war.

She gritted her teeth. "You can't just... get into my bed like this." A ghost of a smile played across his face. "I already have," he murmured.

He wished they could just be naked in his bed and not worry about words. Talking was overrated anyway.

Any male who uses brutality on a weaker female who has no chance of defense is a coward.

I want that little blonde bitch in the lobby to hear me screaming your name.

The day is crisp and clear, almost like every other morning he's taken the same walk in the snow, hiking to the forest and back.