Beneath it his skin was milky white, serene and unlined, ready to begin anew, ready for the world to write upon it.

“No beast was as noisy as man.”

“The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a wh…”

“She always said that it didn't matter what your voice was like so long as you l…”

“They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood ther…”