Six Of Crows'Whats The Easiest Way To Steal A Mans Wallet?Knife To The Throat? Asked Inej.Gun To The

Six of Crows 'What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?’ ‘Knife to the throat?’ asked Inej. ‘Gun to the back?’ said Jesper. ‘Poison in his cup?’ suggested Nina. ‘You're all horrible,’ said Matthias. Kaz rolled his eyes. ‘The easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch. You take his attention and direct it where you want it to go.” Crooked Kingdom 

“Where do you think the money went?” he repeated. “Guns?” asked Jesper. “Ships?” queried Inej. “Bombs?” suggested Wylan. “Political bribes?” offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. “This is where you tell us how awful we are,” she whispered. He shrugged. “They all seem like practical choices.” “Sugar,” said Kaz.  

The Moon on Peter Pan

There once was a boy Made of starlight and pixie dust Who’s shadow leaked sunshine And eyes sparkled with liquid happiness Who’s smile was painted on in innocence There once was a boy Who Lady Fate decided to leave behind Who Father Time decided to patronize Who was too slow to outrun life And so decided to fly There once was a boy Who caught life’s attention Floating in the breeze And she became so infatuated with his determination That she demanded I part the seas And raise salvation for him There once was a boy And light loved him so Beams of sunlight kissed his skin And danced with him all day My children of moonshine tore themselves to ribbons and descend from their home in the sky

To hold and bathe him through the night There once was a boy Who never stopped running But could not stop childhood From melting off him as he did Leaving sticky honey footprints on the sand And an empty jar within him Who’s darkness was far from liquid There once was a boy Who wanted with everything he did not have left To remain that way Who’s shadow took residence within him On the days the light grew bored and stayed away There once was a boy Who held on to the rope of youth so tightly It left burns upon his hands Turned his palms callused and raw And left him breathless and aching There once was a boy Who never learned how to sew And so wore his clothes torn And his wounds open

There once was a boy Who thought he played hide and seek With Lady Life And did not know he was running From his own silhouette There once was a boy Who ran out of pixie dust And happy memories And time There once was a boy Who looked up at me at night And wept tears of sorrow no child should know And I could not wipe his tears And so he wept more There once was a boy Who begged to be held And so I called on my oceans to caress him Until at last, he let something in And they found solace within each other There once was a boy Who was barely a boy at all

~T.R.

Ask the Moon

On the days that I have gone silent and it seems so has our love When I seem to be drifting away from you slowly Caving in on myself slowly On the days When my eyes cannot seem to focus on what is right in front of me And you begin to look foreign and I, like a stranger

On the days that I have gone silent and it seems so has our love I invite you to ask the moon for all it knows of me Retell all the nights we spent together just her and me, often in the company of shiny things; Like city lights and phones and stars and tears Ask the sun to tell you my story and then tell ours She did not see me often, But still smiled every time we passed Tell her I know she was trying. Let her tell you that she knew I was too Ask the air, to spill all the secrets I have breathed to it. You will hear your name more than once Go ahead. I give you permission. Let them tell you more of me than I ever could.

Let them tell you of how they saw childhood melt off of me leaving sticky honey footprints on the pavement and watched as me and my shadowed merged.

On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love

Stay Have a conversation with the moon Let her tell you of how even though she sees less of me now, she is glad of it Let the sun whisper it’s thanks to you for getting me out more, share your love of playing with my hair and kissing my eyelids Have a conversation with the air that shudders in our presence Let them tell you of how different the whispers taste now, of how different I taste now Make friends with my friends Let them remind you of everything you mean to me Even when I can’t

On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love Let the moon keep you company and assure you both her and I will be back tomorrow On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love Ask the moon She knows Better than I do Exactly how much I love you

Tears crystalize

Blood stains set

And Lady fate

And Father time

Lift me gently

Off my knees

And together

We leave the girl I was

In the past

And I do not look back

For I know she will not be able

To lift her head

To look after us

~Saturday Afternoon Reflections~

“I love you, Andrea,”

“I love you, Lucy. Thank you. Thank you. I am so sorry,”

“I love you,”

“I love you,”

A brush of the pad of her thumb over my knuckles on the hand with the knife and she interlocks the fingers of our free hands.

I hold on to her words. Her promises. Her. I hold on to her.

“Andrea, come now, please. Before the music ends. I would like to go with the sound of something lovely,”

“You were so lovely,”

“Andrea,”

“I love you,”

“I love you,”

She is raising her hand–my hand, to her throat. Mine is closing. I can feel her heartbeat practically trying to escape her chest and mine seizes.

“On the last four notes,”

My hand is shaking those her’s is steady. Lucy. My home. My hope.

“Andrea, my hand may falter but yours cannot,”

I was going to massacre something beautiful.

“I love you Lucy,”

“Andrea,”

“I love you,”

“I love you,”

10 notes. The tears have stopped and I don’t know when that happened.

9 notes. My breath has stopped, and I don’t know when that happened.

8 notes. My world has stopped turning, and I don’t know when that happened.

7 notes. My mind has stopped running in circles, and I don’t know when that happened.

6 notes. Her hair is darker then it was last week and I don’t know when that happened.

5 notes. The soft space between her thumb and forefinger is callused and I don’t know when that happened.

4 notes. The piano player has started at the beginning of the fourth last bar again, and I don’t know when he decided to do that.

16 notes. She is leaning all the way into me. Giving me all her weight. How am I sitting my straight? I don’t know when she did that.

15 notes. “Andrea,” 

When did she start using my first name? I don’t know when she did that.

14 notes. Presses the tip of the blade into the left side of her throat with our right hands. Her touch soothes me and riles me, I don’t know when it started doing that.

13 notes.“Our love is intangible, they cannot take it,”

12 notes. I know.

11 notes. I remember

10 notes.When she started doing that.

9 notes. Saying,

8 notes.“I love you,”

7 notes. I will remember

6 notes. When she stopped.

5 notes.“Andrea,”

4 notes.“Now,”

3 notes.“I love you,” I breathe.

2 notes.“Now,”

1 note. Her hand drags. Her weight shifts. She moves. I follow. Just like it has always been.