A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.
Jeg forbanner tidens elvMemories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
Kill the DeadAchilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.
The Song of AchillesNever take another human being to the third life, because we don't know how to go.
Speaker for the DeadI carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.
Speaker for the DeadBut while the thought of being dead seemed appealing, the actual act of dying did not.
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender