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287 pages, Paperback
First published May 4, 2017
Who cared if he’d grow out of it? That didn’t make it any less true in those painful and euphoric days when it was happening. The truth was always now, even if you were young. Especially if you were young.
The faun wishes to tell her, tell her that she is caught, his Queen, snagged and bound by a frightened soul. He needs to tell her that she is in danger of becoming lost forever, but he cannot. He can only look at the sun, less than an hour from its midday peak. The faun is worried. The faun is very worried.
“Why did everyone no longer a teenager automatically dismiss any feeling you had then? Who cared if he’d grow out of it? That didn’t make it any less true in those painful and euphoric days when it was happening.”
“They're your parents. They're meant to love you because. Never in spite.”
It’s okay not to be okay, you know.
It’s definitely For Adam Thorn wants to get away. Adam Thorn wants to leave, with an ache in his gut so acute it feels like vertigo. Adam Thorn wished he was going away with the person going away at the end of tonight’s going away party.
Well, maybe he does.
She can smell violence. Terrible things have happened here. Not once, but many times, over many years. The despair of humans. Their fear. The violence they do themselves.
“The violence we do ourselves,” she whispers.
An anger rises. She pushes the door, sudden, fast, so hard it falls off its hinges. She storms in, her bare feet raising burn marks on the floor, whiffs of smoke vanishing as she steps. “You are here! You are here! You would do this to me?”
She stops in the middle of the room. She is alone, wonders why she thought she wasn’t.
But it was the past, of course.
She thinks, feels, reaches out, and knowing exactly what blame is — a human construct, one of its blackest and most selfish and self-binding — she can find further strands of it, emanating in all directions, for blame is something that is shared but denied in equal measure.