She imagined herself at age nine, running through these very halls, crying out to her older self across the years.
Hugh HoweyThere were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind.
Hugh HoweyA seed of hope caught a taste of moisture. Some wishful kernel buried deep, where he was loathe to acknowledge it lest it poison or choke him, began to sprout.
Hugh HoweyMy life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.
Hugh HoweyKilling a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way.
Hugh HoweyAnd Lukas would tell them to be good to each other, that there were only so many of them left, and that all the books and all the stars in the universe were pointless with no one to read them, no one to peer through the parting clouds for them.
Hugh HoweyWhat we control," Juliette said, "is our actions once fate puts us there.
Hugh HoweyI'm coming for you. I'm coming home, I'm coming to clean
Hugh HoweyHe could imagine how nice it would be to not understand. To see one's microcosm as the macrocosm. To focus a meter beyond one's own nose.
Hugh HoweyHe nearly tripped and fell down the last few steps, his legs not used to an end to the descent, a flat piece of ground rather than one more tread to sink to.
Hugh HoweyMots clés wool-5
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