I’m genetically programmed to be a terrible person.
It would never have occurred to him that in placing the apricot in my palm he was giving me his ass to hold or that, in biting the fruit, I was also biting into that part of his body that must have been fairer than the rest because it never apricates – and near it, if I dared to bite that far, his apricock.
I was as terrible at giving compliments as I was at receiving them.
Each person carries around in himself a terrible other world of hell and the unknown. It is an enormous pit reaching below the deepest crater of the earth, or it is the thinnest air far beyond the moon. But it is frightening and essentially “unlike
So you’ll teach me?” Val asked.
Ravus nodded agin. “I will make you as terrible as you desire.”
“I don’t want to be – ,” she started, but he held up his hand.
“I know you’re very brave,” he said.
“And stupid. Brave and Stupid.” Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. “But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you’ve learned how.
Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest being, something that needs our love.