The queen fell and shattered on the floor. And suddenly it didn't matter who won the game.

She wants to look good, regardless of what he thinks.

A full year passed. L's written and burned the letters addressed to the young detective in Japan that goes by the name of Yagami Raito. A sort-of sequel for "Shinigami Eyes". Set in the same universe.

"My name is Kurosaki Ichigo. It's been nine years since the war ended. I am in hell." Things can always get worse. Sequel to "Unforgettable".

"Maybe he knows, understands, what he can't say." It's hard to watch the one you love fall apart in your hands. Sequel to "To Forget". Prequel to "Not Forgotten".

astonishment: [ əˈstäniSHmənt ] NOUN: great surprise

What's been left behind?

For the last eight years, he witnessed hell on earth. He doesn't know how to make it stop. Then the man with the onyx eyes shows up. AU

"He watches the shadows, mostly seeing nothing at all. He closes his eyes." In which he can't forget, but everyone around him forces themselves to. He's slowly dying. Prequel to "Unforgettable".

Justice was not something that could be accomplished through murder.

"He looked so much like his brother, the one he missed so much, the one who had everything, including friends and a lover who cared and loved him, and the reassurance that no matter what happened, at least it wouldn't end with him on the wrong side of prison bars." ...In a world where all he wished for never came true, all he had left was pride and the knowledge of a dark secret.

They know what it's like to fight without words or raising a blade. It's hard. It hurts. But they have no choice.

You're staring at the bandages that are wrapped tightly around your feet. Isane thinks she got all of the stones out, but sometimes you imagine that they're still there, digging painfully into the raw, hairless skin on the pads of your feet. He's said it time and time again- he's forgiven you, and you've forgiven him, that it was time you forgive yourself.

Character Studies: They're men of science, in other words, freaks.

...if it wasn't for the world. Alternatively called "Like Stars"

The shame was almost too much for her to bear.

What did clocks know, anyway? Three hours is meaningless.

He was sitting in the corner booth, a soda in front of him, a closed book in front of him- clearly, he had finished it, though how he could hear his own thoughts, Scorpius had no idea- and was glaring sullenly into the crowd. Or, more specifically, at the other teenage boy that was dancing a little too close to Scorpius, even for Scorpius' own tastes.

The title glared up at him. He glanced at the author of the article, saw the name Rita Skeeter, and promptly dropped the paper into the trash bin next to him.

It may have been a coincidence, or it may have been fate. Whatever it was, they both knew that they didn't want it to happen this way.