“He shrugged his shoulders, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I loved that.”

“Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so long he refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her.”

“He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was ....”

“What's wrong?" I asked in a tiny voice, grasping for a piece of bookself to hold me up.His breath was still heavy. "This is a bad idea."Overwhelmed, I let my body slide towards the floor, until I sat crumpled on the dusty carpet."Brody, treat me better than this-" I said.He didn't turn around; his shoulders rippled as he gripped the shelf."It's dangerous," he said "We'll make it safe"He half-looked over his shoulder."That's not what I'm talking about," he said.”

“He chuckled. “Some parents give their kids the ‘birds and the bees’ talk. Our dad gave us ‘you’re going to turn into a hairy wolf beast’ talk,” he shrugged his shoulders.-Caeden”

“He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small people, they were really rather good fun.”