His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

With his back to us, Sean tugs the halter from the mare's head. She kicks out, but he steps out of the way as if it were nothing at all. With a shake of her mane, she leaps mightily into the water. For a moment she struggles over the waves, and then she is swimming. Just a wild black horse in a deep blue sea full of the ashes of other dead boys.

When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.

It's like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable - different reactions to the same temperature.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.