So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

She kept watching the words.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.