“Call it what you like: The Upper Sky, the Unmade, even the Empyrean. Men have given it so many names over the course of history. But those names don't really matter, in the end. It's the unchanging matter. A place… — Adam McOmber Copy Share Image
“Call it what you like: The Upper Sky, the Unmade, even the Empyrean. Men have given it so many names over the course of… — Adam McOmber Copy Share Image
“A diet of rations etched his figure, and the sea air and sun peeled back a layer of his essence...It's as if he's passed… — Adam McOmber Copy Share Image
“For if there are saints, Madame knows they are few, and none of them are remembered long.” — Adam McOmber Copy Share Image
“I had no lock that could be picked. If anything, I was the landscape behind the door, and even on that day in the… — Adam McOmber Copy Share Image
“Just before he passed behind the hedge at the end of the drive, he turned to look back at Stoke Morrow and caught me… — Adam McOmber Copy Share Image
“I was familiar with the realms of unnatural, for I myself was an unnatural. Not a monster in appearance; I looked like other young… — Adam McOmber Copy Share Image
