His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place...The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe it made him bleed inside. I wondered if it hurt, if it burned in his throat.

“At least the girls in stories were alive before they died.”

“My reading and studying and retellings of old stories didn't do anything except…”

“I still can’t talk about it,” he said“Duck.” Dirk touched his cheek“I remember,…”

“The most beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even on…”