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“I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. I was simply a non-entity when you weren't looking at me, an empty vessel waiting to be filled by the sweet water of your attention.
A woman can't live like that, my Lord. No one can. Don't ask me why I did it.
God, forgive me.
Christ, forgive me.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“You could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“I suspect, Lord, that when you combed
the constellations for my elements,
the stardust was still rife
with the ghosts of fallen angels.
I can hear that darkness tapping at my ribs
and what’s worse,
I’ve learned to sleep through the sound.”
― S.T. Gibson

“People aren’t meant to live forever. I know that now.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood