Kayla Summers

“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world, you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of debts being wiped clean.
I say you do not have a name.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Even loneliness, hollow and cold, becomes so familiar it starts to feel like a friend.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood