The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other...they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down.

This was what being cured was like: like being in a fishbowl, circling always inside the same glass.

So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?' Kent does a little bow. 'You know I can't resist a damsel in distress.

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.

The mark of the procedure. A real one. Lu is cured.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.