Even as she began to slip into the gloaming of her life, the primal need to live…to survive…clawed at her soul.
If a soul could drown in its own tears, then hers was already dead.
Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.
Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.
You don’t have a monopoly on pain or loss. It’s a level playing field—we all lose—we all grieve. It’s what remains afterwards that defines us. Guilt is the poison we pump into our own veins. It’s self-inflicted torture.
I know you’re tired…but this is your time, Laney. Claim your power. Make everything…from the beginning until the end…make it all count.
She wanted to freeze the hands of time. Wanted to revisit, revise and rewrite the past…edit out the monsters hell-bent on taking the lives of everyone she loved.
Yes, the monsters were real. Are real. There are creatures in this world that exist beyond the scope of what you know and see. Remember, not all are created equal. Some are better…and worse than others…just like humans.
He retrieved the words from somewhere long forgotten. They floated through the foggy recesses of his mind, plucked from the dark and released into the air like a dove.
On days such as this, Death’s long shadow hung like a broken halo over everyone—a sign of things to come.