I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart

She reached down and traced my eyebrows. 'You do have really beautiful eyes.' 'We get to keep them,' I said. Grace started at my voice. 'What?' 'It's the one thing we keep. Our eyes stay the same.' I unclenched my fists. 'I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.

He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.

Death smells like birthday cake.

The Boy should watch where he’s going,” she said. “Rachel should not manifest in doorways,” I replied.

"Grace," I said, my vision swirling now because of her blood smeared across my wrists, "Can you hear me?" She nodded then stumbled to her knees. I knelt beside her; her eyes were huge and afraid and my heart was breaking. "I'll come find you, I said. "I promise I'll come find you. Don't forget me. Don't-don't lose yourself."