Her eyes widened with shock as he did so, but she didn't protest. Though her cheeks burned, no rosiness showed on her pale face. As Genevieve pulled away, she smiled sweetly. "What shall we do now?"
"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay." - Brian Aldiss
"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay." - Brian Aldiss


















