...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

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

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.

Competence was attractive.

A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.