Slice of Cherry

But what if the monsters come?" "Fancy." Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. "We are the monsters.

Real monsters eat you from the inside out.

People?" As though she'd never heard of such a thing. "They're like dolls. Plastic and shiny and fake.

You're like a doll I had when I was a kid. She was all stiched together and her head kept falling off, but I loved that doll. That's what you look like. Like somebody just loved you to death.

But what was the point of love if it didn't keep people from leaving you?

The worst thing you can do is rest all your hopes on a wish. A granted wish doesn't equal a perfect life.

Humans are predators, not prey. Always remember that.

I'm the Bonesaw Killer's daughter," she whispered, almost to herself. "Why would you ever think I was good?

You're like rottweilers - they protect you from burglars, but nothing protects you from them.

Fancy clipped a scrap of newsprint to her canvas and wrote, I don't have friends. Ilan's hand covered hers briefly as he plucked the charcoal from her hand and wrote beneath her words, you have me.

If I had the power to resurrect, I'd use it on you." Now he was the one whispering. "There's an important part of you that's dead: the part that cares.

She decided not to look him in the eyes ever again. It was too much like being shoved over the edge of a ravine.

No, thanks. If I start wearing heels, boys will whistle at me when I walk by.

Trying to understand Daddy is like trying to nail jelly to a tree.

I’d give just about anything if I could make you care,” he said. “Especially about me.

I caught her red-handed with her hands down his pants." "You did not," Fancy told Madda sternly, with as much dignity as she was able. "It was just one hand.

I do know you, Fancy. All about you. The problem is, you don’t know about me.

Poison ivy and deer crap and rocks. Oh, my!

When Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.

Maybe thats why they hate us.For reminding them that innocence is just an illusion, we're dark and maggoty all the way down tp the bone.Everyone of us.

Wanna see the rest of my happy place?

So...you don't like dismembering?" "No." "Evisceration?" "Not so much." He laughed like he thought she was joking. "I'm a dull sorta guy." "Yeah, kinda.

I remember you from the woods. Where's your sister?" "She's busy. Sinning.