““Slade was more alive, more tormented and afflicted and lovely than I had ever dreamed over the past few weeks. And the electricity between us, the love and hate and hurt and heat burned just as strong. I scarcely could breathe under the surge in my chest. Everything else in my body was secondary. I had no hands, no arms, no legs, no feet… I was nothing at all, save for a heart. And it screamed. Thrashed. Exploded. Died and came back to life.””
