““There is blood on my mind. It is what keeps me up at night, even more than the hailstone striking against the roof.

It is the way of the curse. It was the way of the curse.”

““It sounds like water. Shifting water. Muted like when I used to sink into the water of my bath, listening to the muffled sound of the surface, the strange thump of my feet upon the porcelain as I resisted the urge to come up for air.”

“Blue lightening peals its way across the sky, bright and vibrant even with the nights of the city to dull and diffuse the light. It is December, and it is raining in a way that will likely be the final one of the season.”

““I've been feeding them every morning, and so far I haven't been caught. Part of me knows that it is likely a bad idea, that if the neighbors find out…it will mean the discovery of these little creatures, and I don't want to think about what would happen then.”

““My doctor told me today that the cancer has begun to spread, and that I am likely too weak to really consider doing chemo.”