Clockwork could not run counter to its nature. The seconds, minutes, and hours moved only forward. Patient, precise, and unstoppable. Memory was an indulgence, an illusion that broke like a wave upon the juggernaut of time. The past remained the… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Sharing his memories felt like handing over a sharp knife. A knife that others might handle carelessly. A knife that could be used to… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“A story knows no honor. A story knows no allegiance. A story simply is.” — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
In life, the hardest decisions often have to be made more than once. But each time, it gets easier. — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Giuseppe would miss them as well, but in a different way than he would miss the city. A city would stay the same. The… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
You are stronger than me," Asa says. "And in bravery and strength, there is a kind of beauty. — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“I know that evil hides here, but I cannot be the one to uncover it. Neither can any of you. Time will do that… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Though a story may begin as a lie, perhaps it can be made true. Perhaps their ultimate power is found in how they inspire… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
You can never trust anyone once you've had to trap them in a cage. — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
He waved to the city and said good-bye. The city responded by carrying on the way it always did, traffic moving forward uninterrupted, without… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
In the early morning hours, Hannah read at the table by the dim light of dawn. She leaned in close to the pages, chin… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Giuseppe was not tied down, not by rope, not by fear. He stood up, and spoke with a loud voice in the language of… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
