Season 1

The only thing hotter than the future is the present, and the only thing wetter than a present is the itchy glass of molten absolution that just quenched the thrust of Tessa's face.

By the time you are done reading this sentence your right eye will have secretly murdered your left eye, right under your nose.

Die once, shame on you. Die once every three seconds, shame on us all.

This week Violet discovers that that scalding throb that rips thru your body every few seconds has a name: The Rest Of The World.