I shut the bathroom door and caught sight of my face in the mirror. I had no idea how quickly it was to change, to fade. If I had, I would have stared at my reflection, memorizing it. It was the last time I would look into a real mirror for more than a decade.

“Writers of historical fiction would be lost without libraries and archives.”

“Charlie Marlowe never wrote horror, but somehow horror was writing Charlie Marl…”

“We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. I realized that…”

“The fact that Cincinnati thought I resembled him in any way sickened me. It mad…”