Gillian

“Everything inside Andrew had been scooped out, and he'd been left a hollow thing, impossible to fill. Dove would absolutely freak out when she saw what he'd done to his hand. He'd explain it to her over breakfast, how it had been a tough, stressful year, and he'd spaced out for a minute. He'd thought there was a monster in the mirror and he'd only meant to kill it.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“He needed Thomas, needed their lungs sewn inside each other so he could remember how to breathe. He needed to take words from Thomas's mouth and put them in his own so he had something to say.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“Here was a boy who made monsters, or perhaps was a monster himself. All because he couldn't face the fact, the guilt, the sorrow, the rage, of his sister being dead.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“For a vicious moment, Andrew thought about slipping his fingers into Thomas's cut. Taking hold of his rib and breaking it. Pulling the soft crumbling bone from his chest and sewing it into his own. They'd be forever together, rib against rib, fused in gore and bone and adoration.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In