There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.

...I took Advanced PowerPoint last semester. You guys are always misunderestimating me. I'm totally ready to handle the big stuff.

For once, Evie didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

But you've changed,' I whisper. 'Haven't you?' It is the scorpian's nature to sting. Just because he has no opportunity doesn't mean that he cannot.

When I dream, I dream of him.

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.