I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.

“The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, bu…”

“And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, …”

“I've been alone with him countless times, but this feels different. Here there …”

“This is how Tack and Raven work: It’s their private language of push and return…”