Status Updates From Lamentation (Jay Porter, #1)

I stopped reading after about 20%. Far too blokey for me.

It felt weird roaming the same rooms where people you cared about, but who now were gone, had once called your name

One of those fucked-up parts of loving someone. You know the other’s greatest weakness. Instead of doing what you can to protect wounds, you wait for the most opportune times to exploit them.