“The desire to know the future gnaws at our bones. That is where it started, and might have ended, years ago. I had cast the stones, seeing their faces flicker and fall: Death, Love, Murder, Treachery, Hope. We are a… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“It felt odd to have interrupted the life of someone she knew nothing about, to kill someone she had only just met, as though killing needed intimacy, deep knowledge of the other, to make it all right.” — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“The road is long and the end is death, he thought, remembering all the times his mother had said that. If we're lucky.” — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“The fact that she was still alive felt wrong, out of balance. She didn't feel special, or protected, or gods-bound. She thought the gods… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“The desire to know the future gnaws at our bones. That is where it started, and might have ended, years ago. I had cast… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“There were worse things than death. There would be a leap and a moment suspended, then a long hopeless curve to the rocks and… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“It felt odd to have interrupted the life of someone she knew nothing about, to kill someone she had only just met, as though… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
