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“It is easy, isn’t it, in retrospect? To spot the cracks. To see them spread. But in the moment, there is only the urge to mend each one. To smooth the lines. And keep the surface whole.”

“Death comes, and sometimes it is kind, and often it is cruel, and very rarely it is welcome. But it comes, all the same.”

“She finds herself thinking of something her father said about her mother — that on the day they were first introduced, it felt like a reunion. As if they’d known each other all their lives, and forgotten, until the moment when they met again.”

“From that moment on, she insisted, she would read only romance. As if love and horror could not go hand in hand.”

Oh I like him…….

“We grow in the same soil, it is true, but some of us wither there, and some of us thrive. In time you learn which of us makes better monsters.”

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil… Plant them shallow and water them deep. And in my place will grow a feral rose… Soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”

“We are the roses that grew in the midnight soil... Our thorns sharp enough to prick.”