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145 pages, Paperback
First published April 3, 2018
“Also I guess I kind of fed an anarchist to a deer a couple days ago but that’s beside the point.”
“Pendleton Library. Still free. Still open to the public. 10 a.m.—4 p.m. Run by anarchists.”
“We don’t get to choose how we die, only how we live, and I like you and I’m glad I got to know you.”
“I’ll stay down here, keep an eye on the door. If I’m going to die again, I’d rather be first and I’d rather be surrounded by books.”
A demon killed those police officers, sir. It wasn’t us. They probably shouldn’t have pulled guns out around a bloodred, three-antlered deer with obvious supernatural agility, so whose fault was it really.
Sometimes I think I let myself become addicted to coffee not because I liked it, not because caffeine did me any favors, but because it takes the urge of a physical addiction to provide any kind of upside to getting out of bed in the morning.
There’s never enough air or something once you barricade the doors. There’re always too many people, both inside and outside, when you barricade the doors.
#1 The Lamb Will Slaughter the Lion ★★★★★
#2 The Barrow Will Send What it May ★★★★★
Barrow: an endless spirit who stands at the gate between the living and the dead, waiting to tear it from its hinges.
“We ask for good strangers.”
“We ask for the barrow to send what it may.”
“We ask that ill eyes pass us over.”
“We ask for the dead to guard us.”
“We ask that sorrow be held at bay.”
Of all the ways to die, I think pummeled to death by trashy hetero romance novels might be the worst. Or best.
It’s not really giving up our freedom to be close with people. Because freedom only exists in relation to other people. I thought I needed to be left alone. I just needed people. Good people.
“I would like the record to state I think this is metal as fuck.”