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The conversation haunted her. It was sharp and hard, as if the memory had frozen and stuck in her throat.

Briar knew what waited on the other side of his social warmth, and it was marked with a black hand. It smelled like death, and it moaned for the flesh of the living; and she was not swayed by any of it.

Briar Wilkes wasn’t much of a praying woman, and she wasn’t sure she believed too hard in the God she swore by on occasion.

You sell your own soul if that’s what you’ve got in mind, but you don’t drag nobody else down with you.

He enjoyed the prospect of being one boy against the universe, on a grand and dangerous adventure— even if it was only going to last a few hours.

Her lack of interest might have been interpreted as a lack of caring, but it was only a side effect of permanent exhaustion.