How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?
I didn’t know it would be like this,” he says in a whisper. And then: “I’m scared.
It's surprisingly nice out here, peaceful and pretty-strange to be standing in the middle of a little garden while enclosed by the massive stone walls of the prison, like being at the exact center of a hurricane, and finding peace and silence in the middle of so much shrieking damage.
His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.
That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy
Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie