“Fingerprint, he writes. A map to mark the spaces you've inhabited. A map you make yourself, quadrant by quadrant, inch by inch, until the landscape of your life looks like a vast and unexplored terrain. Here there be monsters, it… — Amber Sparks Copy Share Image
“There were no books in the Afterwards, which the people thought was some serious bullshit.” — Amber Sparks Copy Share Image
“They asked you the name of the god you worshipped and you replied, "Myself.” — Amber Sparks Copy Share Image
“Fingerprint, he writes. A map to mark the spaces you've inhabited. A map you make yourself, quadrant by quadrant, inch by inch, until the… — Amber Sparks Copy Share Image
“This is love for me, she said. I am not a good woman, she said. I am the end of all things, she said.… — Amber Sparks Copy Share Image
“Was that the point of suffering: to understand, in some way, what you still had? To clarify it, to rip the stars from the… — Amber Sparks Copy Share Image
