They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?
Everything about me remembers everything about you
There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.
I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew
moments bleed together, no span to time
Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.