Halle

“It was strange, Andrew thought, how when something moved in the dark, everyone's first instinct was to go inside and hide under the covers. As if monsters couldn't open doors and crawl into bed with you”
― C.G. Drews

“He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave. Sometimes Evander still tastes it under his tongue, that rich earth clotting between his molars. He should have grown out of the memory by now, but he belongs to it, and not in a gentle way.”
― C.G. Drews, Hazelthorn

“He wishes he wasn’t like this, wishes he could stand even parallel to normal and be someone who fits next to those his age, who goes to school and kisses an appropriate amount of pretty people and isn’t bothered by things like an odd seam in his clothes or the very existence of socks. He wishes his brain moved in one direction, not a dozen all at the same time, and that he didn’t pull apart in a panic if even one thing goes wrong.”
― C.G. Drews, Hazelthorn

“After all, friendship lasted forever until it didn’t.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In