I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.

“Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.”

“Is Jacob paying you for all the P.R., or are you a volunteer?”

“My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of o…”

“But suddenly something sharp was cutting me, my throat, my wrists, my ankles. I…”