“He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife. He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his.… — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share
“I’m not really sure why Ziggy puts up with me. I’m broken. Mostly because of the broken woman who spawned me. I swear, adults should have to get a license to make a kid. Prove they’ve got their shit together before they bring a child into the world. My mom tried, I think. She thought she could piece herself into… — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share
“The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories… — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share Image
“He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife. He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He… — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share
“The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s” — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share Image
“I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket… — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share Image
“She tastes like the air around me, hunger and urgency, and— Green apple Jolly Ranchers?” — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share Image
