The coal shed smelled of damp and blackness and of old, crushed forests.

“There are places that we are welcomed," said Triolet, "and places where we are …”

“Cómo tomas el café?Negro como la noche y dulce como un pecado.”

“I will write in words of fire.I will write them on your skin.I will write about…”

“Sometimes big things happen, and they echo. Those echoes crash across worlds. T…”