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.

He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

"Promise. Don't misunderstand me-you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing."

Nobody Wants to be themselves. That's why there's tv. -Ephigenia.

As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never fall.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.