Status Updates From A Shelter of Others

Unputdownable

His nature was the nature of the storm, the irrational riot of elements, the desire the essential vacant desire of broken minds. He wanted to hunt, to defile. He belonged to that ancient race of resentment, the brotherhood of envy. To recognize himself at last. What a communion of violence that was.

Her heart is a despised country, borderless and overrun with the worst parts of some bygone revolution, some defeat without name.