I imagine horses in the engine, their manes flying, their breaths steaming, their nostrils flaring as they gallop.
Are you afraid, Tessa?
Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.
You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.
It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.
Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.