Lauren DeStefano

Her hair is full of icy wind and daylight. She is every princess, every queen, in the history book.

They're dead. We're alive. We have things to do.

People die, and everything they've ever said just echoes around and around. There's nothing new. Only the same nonsense from their lives.

Trust is the strongest weapon.

I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else--all the awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.

I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.