“The skyscrapers of the city had finished scraping all the sky away, and the clouds overhead were exactly the color of concrete and I was safe and cold in a canyon of glass and steel.” SkyUrbanSkyscrapersPretty Prose Book:Slices Source: Slices
“I listen to the grinding whir of the clock, and the creaking of my listing bed, and the sound the phone doesn't make when it's shut off.” PhonesSoundsClocksBedsNoises Book:Counting From Ten Source: Counting From Ten
“He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.” WoodsAutumnTreesLeavesAnimismSwooning Over SentencesPretty Prose Book:Slices Source: Slices