“Our favorite games were killing. Our favorite books were death. It had been beaten into us: God is love. Not the parched face and gnarled capes across a stick body; jittering in the nude sky, we couldn't see trying to… — Joseph Bathanti Copy Share Image
“But there was little heart to our lust, only the confusion of not knowing how long we'd have in our bodies.” — Joseph Bathanti Copy Share Image
