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400 pages, Hardcover
First published May 1, 2014
’You’re a poet.’
No, I want to say, I am insane.
Burn her in an urn. Burn her in an urn. Burn her in an urn.
Crucify, quarter and stone her.
He’s staring out the window now, across the murky waters of the bay. He blinks slowly, and when he opens his eyes, he’s looking directly into mine. A surge of energy zaps me - such is the power in his stare. It’s intense. It’s intimate.

John offers his right hand. “John Fogel.”
Elijah gives my thigh another squeeze before releasing me to shake John’s hand. “Elijah Breshock.”
The two of them remain locked in the gaze, hands firmly grasped, like they’re involved in some sort of showdown.

This isn’t a matter of choosing between my best friend and a guy, between my head and my heart; this is about choosing between clarity and clouds.
