Anna

“But hours later, near the approach of dawn, Faye sat straight up in bed and sucked in a huge breath. The sound woke me up, and I instinctively grabbed the trashcan I'd set near the bed, preparing to catch a volley of barf. Instead, she grabbed my arm with surprising strength. With her eyes still closed, she looked right into my face, and said,
"Tell the man in the hall...he needs to leave."
Petrified, I slipped away from her grasp and peeked out the door into the long hallway. There was no one.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

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― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“Faye rolled toward me so that our noses touched. Her eyes were open and rolled far back in her head. She smiled and ran a fingernail across my cheek, pretending to carve ribbons of flesh. She reminded me of a butcher delicately assessing a filet. “They’re gonna kill you,” she whispered–then licked my face.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“You know when you’re a kid and you see a shadow on your wall at night, and it looks like a monster? Or when you see animals in the clouds? That’s pareidolia. And it happens with sound, too. The wind blows through a cave or something just right, and people think they hear a voice. Your brain even makes words out of it, in”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues