“His skin is black as a struck match, cracked and oozing liquid metal heat, like he's covered by a cooling layer of lava. The eyes stand out bright white. I can't make out from this distance if they have corneas. God I hope they have corneas. I hate that creepy weird-eye shit.”

“Jestine and I lock eyes. She's going to look away first. Even if my eyeballs have to completely dry out.”

“You make me want things I can't have.”

“It feels so separate, like I’ve touched something that’s taken the color out of me. Or maybe I’m in color now and they’re in black and white.”

“I peek over the back of the couch and there she is, my goddess of death, her hair snaking out in a great black cloud, her teeth grinding hard enough to make living gums bleed.”

“I don't believe that." She seems like suck a force,this reasonable girl who kills with a turn of her fingers. She would have left all this behind, if she had the chance. "I honestly don't remember," she sighs "I don't think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, that every breath was charmed and crisp." she clasps her hands comically to her chest and breaths in deep through her nose, then blows it out in a huff. "I probably didn't. For all my dreams and fancies, I can't recall being...what would you call it? Perky?”

“I’ve seen most of whatthere is to be afraid of in this world, and to tell you the truth,the worst of them are the ones that make you afraid in thelight. The things that your eyes see plainly and can’t forgetare worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.Imagination has a poor memory; it slinks away and goesblurry. Eyes remember for much longer.”