“I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful.” — Rae Hachton Copy Share Image
“I found serenity in the towers, especially the highest, even in the midst of winter. The crows also enjoyed the lofts, and… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused… — Rae Hachton Copy Share Image
“Joshua had always been able to get away with things—things for which he should never have been forgiven. He was a lot… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The past had already been dealt with, to one end or another, it was certain, fixed, the horror of it was already… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“In the distance, steel-blue mountains loomed heavy on the horizon, their shoulders burdened with the same accursed snow the gods were currently… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Swelter's eyes meet those of his enemy, and never has there held between four globes of gristle so sinister a hell of… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The reflection was that of a putrefying corpse. By some trick of the light, her face seemed sallow and slipping, the patches… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Death begins before birth. I have always found this an odd notion, but were it not for the death of certain cells… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
