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363 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 18, 2020





She took two steps up to him and slapped him with everything she had. His sunglasses fell to the dirt beside him, and when he looked back to her, she could see his shock unobscured. “You do not own me, Simon Waite. You do not control me. I am not your pet or your property. If Clown knocks on my door and asks me to go with him and I want to? I will. If Aaron, or Jack, or anybody wants my company and I give it to them? I will. And you will shut your fucking face about it.”👏👏👏 I normally wouldn’t applaud an FMC assaulting an MMC, but trust me that it’s warranted.
“Listen to me, Simon, and listen to me very carefully. If you think I’m going to let you talk like that about me, you don’t know how good I am with a pair of scissors. I spent my childhood trimming negatives for my dad. I’m damn good. So keep your mouth shut if you don’t want me to cut out your goddamn tongue and make you swallow it! I am not your property. I do not belong to you. And what I choose to do—or who I choose to do it with—is no goddamn businesses of yours. Do you understand?”I do love seeing a heroine with a backbone!
We do not die. We merely become food for life. We mourn the flesh. We do not celebrate the change. To die is to be alive. Who is to say this rule is limited to the flesh alone? Why not the soul?
We all desire seity. We all desire to make grander things of ourselves. We all are misers of the currency of life.
What exists, shall exist, and has always existed. That is the untold exchange of our world. That is the true cost of death. To die is to lose your hammer and chisel. Your opportunity to mark the world is over. You slide your cards away and leave the table. You have, as the phrase so perfectly states, “cashed in your chips.” Some players leave wealthy. The overwhelming majority leaves destitute. And in this game of life, what happens when a player goes bust? To whom does their money transfer? It goes to whomever won the hand. In order to earn more of the currency that we all desire…one must take it from others. That is the true consequence of death. We are consumed by those around us.
"Don't mistake my affection for you for some kind of personal redemption."