21 Quotes by Cat Hellisen

Dear Gris, if there's one thing I can't abide it's a bad poet.

A strange moment when the world stayed exactly the same, and changed forever.

I find out that I'm dead while eating spoonfuls of shaved ice from a paper cone. My official death notice. Lemon flavored.

I grit my teeth and wonder if it would matter if I strangled Dash in his sleep. Or poisoned his tea. I wonder what his neck would feel like under my fingers.

Sarah wondered if at night the trees dreamed of a time when they covered the world and the true kings were wild and wore crowns of horns and antlers. Even.

And know that the world exists, and moves on without me?” The beast settled back down, nose to tail, his horns gleaming in the faint light. “Thank you, no.

Sometimes we need to cry,” her father said. The moon shone around his shoulders, draping his hunched silhouette in a silver cloak that fell to his feet. He looked like a broken king, his hair a wild crown.

He smiled, slow as pouring honey, and the moon shone off his milky teeth and the white corners of his eyes. And.

Whether I’m working a street corner or a market stall, well, that’s none of their business unless they’re buying. The anonymity is comfortable, like going around draped in magic, hidden from view.