Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
Libba BrayShe shrieks above the din. "If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.
Libba BraySometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then itโs gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "Weโre all damaged somehow.
Libba Bray