Annabel Burch

“Thomas was nothing if not a chronic mess of untucked corners and spills and mussed hair and artwork staining his cuffs.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“This is how they were, bones broken and mended crookedly, each intertwined with the other. He though maybe you could love someone so much you ruined them, and then ruined yourself.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“For a vicious moment, Andrew thought about slipping his fingers into Thomas's cut. Taking hold of his rib and breaking it. Pulling the soft crumbling bone from his chest and sewing it into his own. They'd be forever together, rib against rib, fused in gore and bone and adoration.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“I might have had a minor meltdown, but that was yesterday. Today was different.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong