I am hunted by humans.

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.

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.

You can't eat books, sweetheart.