And the Ocean Was Our Sky

For there are devils in the deep,
but worst are the ones
we make

Why should you swim so quickly to break your heart alongside mine?

I fear, devils will rise. Are rising. Have risen. The great trick of the devil is to make you want to see him. But it is only when you see him that you fear him. And by then, it is too late.

Who knows what new devils we might create?

I can only imagine that, upon seeing what he was, upon glimpsing the horror that had lured us here with clever tricks and clues, she knew she had just the one chance, the one landing of the weapon of herself

You imagine the devil, you make the devil.

I saw Demetrius’s face as he died. It was filled with relief

A place like the surface of the water where our worlds met.
It’s no wonder he slaughtered us. It’s no wonder he slaughtered them.

A whale of the Abyss. A whale who was our reflection in monstrousness. And also a man who was a reflection of men’s, too

“The devil always outnumbers his foes,” he said. “Even if he is alone.”