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409 pages, ebook
First published March 24, 2010







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"If I am going crashing down, I’ll take Dan with me. His life is mine. It cannot be separated. We are like Siamese twins, sharing heart of a killer."
"...He stared into Dan’s face and thought you’ll never know. I’ll drown in my own blood, will never breathe again, but you’ll never know."

"Dan was death and life, water and emotion. Battling that emotion, mourning, sadness. Love could hurt like a motherfucker, he thought, because that was it, just human, unlikely, impossible, a kind of love that defeated him at every corner, every turn. Relief. Not giving up."
"He reached for Dan’s injured hand, opened the fingers and placed the bullet into the palm. “I mean this.” Then thought Dan wouldn’t get it. Wrestled with the words in English, but he was never sure they said what he wanted to say. “This is the bullet you’ll use to kill me if I walk away again.” Because if I walk away again, I’ll be in so much pain I’m better off dead."
























"Two and half years of pain and hope, fighting and loss. Love, longing, hatred and confusion, all culminating in this, right now, touch, scent and taste. Tearing at fabric, clawing at Vadim's body, knowing each angle and plane, remapping the terrain while desperately trying to feel more. Dan wanted to rip the other open to envelop himself within skin and flesh, until their hearts beat in sync, inseparable. The sounds he made were full of distress, it was too much, wanting everything at once, and couldn't ever get enough."












