Raven Kennedy

To all the people who have been screwed over by a cupid sticking their arrows where they don't belong. May your book lovers be way more satisfying.

It makes me feel better to be dressed nicely, even if no one can see me.

These humans are so disappointing sometimes. Many times. Nearly all the times. Where’s the loyalty? Where’s the love? Where’s the romance?

They get selfish. They get lazy. They get bored. They cheat. They lie. They fall out of love. So, lose.

There’s something about the cover of night that lets people shed their worries and get down to the heart of things.

I’m dying to talk to someone. It’s a serious addiction.

I dream of the stars.

I dream of being one; of dancing alone in the sky, of glittering beside the moon. Being a star is not so different from being a cupid. People wish and the stars try to grant, but even as the stars sacrifice themselves and fall, so many wishes are wasted, just as so much love is lost.

“I’m sorry, you’re a what?”

“A cupid,” I repeat.

“I’m sorry, you’re a what?”

“A cupid,” I repeat.

I’m a cupid, dammit. If I don’t fix their hearts, who will?