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“Katie dropped her hands to rest against Will's chest, where she could feel Will's beating heart beneath her fingers, and she forgot to keep track of anything but how right it felt to kiss Will. How glad she was that she had to wait so long and go through so many things, because it meant she could feel that. The rightness, the goodness of it, of the two of them together.”

“Her skin is moon-luster white, but with undercurrents of blue, like an entire network of split, broken veins. It stretches like old parchment over the amalgam of enlarged muscles that she presumably calls arms or legs; the bulk is such that I can’t tell if she has only arms and no legs, or vice versa. If she wanted to, she could easily pursue an enemy on all fours, or else wield a freezeshot weapon in every one of her clawed hands. Or feet. My brain spins from trying to process. Wings, too, arch powerfully from her shoulder blades, their span broader than my height. They look like aged leather. I have the strangest urge to, if I were closer, run my fingers across the membrane, see if it feels as strong and solid as it looks. “Better?” the monster says, sardonic. She draws her arm back, the ball of false flame now illuminating her face. My breath catches in my throat. She looms above me, even as I rise up on my toes, her height terminating at perhaps eight feet. That arch of jawline could’ve been carved from glass, and likewise the curves of her cheeks, the solid line of her brow—her face is more bones than skin, a skeleton animated, a corpse confused at its own continued breath.”

“I wish it were just us. I wish there were another universe, a far-off galaxy, even just one planet where we could be together, hidden away from political conflicts and rising wars. I want to fall asleep and wake up in our own little pocket of private time, orbiting each other, spinning on the selfsame axis, our days and nights in sync until we have no more left to give.”

“Faith pressed a package of oats into her hands. “Here. You can make the crumble while I prepare the berry mix. Unless you’re afraid to get your hands dirty. I use coconut oil instead of melted butter, and you have to really rub it into the oats, the coconut sugar, and the other dry ingredients.” Tala smirked. “No problem. I’m really good at rubbing until everything is nice and slippery.”