He was dead again when I got home that day. His corpse was in the kitchen, near the counter, where it appeared he'd been chopping vegetables when the urge to stab himself through the wrist had struck. I slipped on the blood coming in, which annoyed me because that meant it was all over the kitchen floor.
N.K. JemisinYou're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.
N.K. JemisinIf the first words out of your mouth are to cry 'political correctness!', ... chances are very, very high that you are in fact part of the problem.
N.K. Jemisin