He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.

Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished.

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

Stories don’t always have happy endings.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be inside it.