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“I was alive only in my body, as if leaning out an open window in the tallest tower of Spindle House”
Rachel Gillig is literally a poet and I think maybe a genius in an indescribable way

"He slid his hand away from mine atop the latch, his warm, calloused thumb snagging over my knuckles. It was meant as a gesture of comfort—a quiet acknowledgment of my fear. And it was. But that did not explain why we both looked away immediately afterward."
PUTTING MY COWBOY HAT ON GIDDY UP YALL YEEEEHAAAWW