Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

I'm trying to make you think I'm a decent person. Telling you I saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.