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| (my own, random) |
“You know what the sun looks like?” Kaye asked. There was only a little more than a slice of red where the sea met the sky.
“No, what?” Janet said, holding the lipgloss out to Kaye.
“Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water.”
“That’s gross, Kaye.”
“And the moon is just watching. She’s just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.”
-taken from Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale, by Holly Black, 2004
