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“Halloween is no longer a time for remembrance, but it still reveals or need to enter liminal spaces: those moments when we're standing on the boundary between fear and delight, and those times when we wish that the veil between the living and the dead would lift for a while. But most of all, it hints at the winter to come, opening the door to the dark season, and reminding us of the darknesses that lurk in all our futures.”

“There were no doors. No lights. No sounds. Not even a trickle of water. But I could feel them. I could feel them sleeping, pacing, running hands and claws over the other side of the wall. They were ancient, and cruel in a way I had never known, not even with Amarantha. They were infinite, and patient, and had learned the language of darkness, of stone.”

“Even while I drank, he didn't let go of my hand. As if the rock would swallow me up forever. ... And still we went onward, deeper. Only the lights and his hand kept me from feeling as if I were about to free-fall into darkness. For a heartbeat, the reek of my own dungeon cell cloyed in my nose, and the crunch of moldy hay tickled my cheek- Rhys's hand tightened on my own. 'Just a bit farther.”

“I was good at expressing my ambitions and my desires, my anger, and my joy, but despite that, I failed at expressing my loneliness. I always stood up for what I believed in. But I also wanted to be loved, and the sad truth is that, sometimes, if you are too independent, people believe you don’t need love. You have to pay the price for your independence. You can be right, but being right when you have no one on your side isn’t actually a win.”

“Trying to divert my mind, I look around the tiny living room. The peach of the faded wall reminds me why I hate the colour so much – it reminds me of this home and many other things. I avert my gaze and it lands on the wrinkled brown curtains with a tiny hole at the bottom. I wonder when was it washed last. The sofa set, the centre table, the diwan, everything needs a replacement. Even the memories.”