“All this. They have all this, and what do we get? Walls and tickets and concrete and stink. Rations and hopelessness and rage. I hate them,” she said, the malice in her words like the lingering taste of a bad… — Anna Silver Copy Share Image
“The Houselands. Graveyard to the ones who got locked out. A chill ran up London’s spine. What the hell were they doing?” — Anna Silver Copy Share Image
“All this. They have all this, and what do we get? Walls and tickets and concrete and stink. Rations and hopelessness and rage. I… — Anna Silver Copy Share Image
