Lapvona

‘Death is not the end. You shall rise. What are the birds but angels? You will never have to walk among the monsters. It’s much better up there. You’ll see, you’ll see. You will be so happy and free, you’ll sing.’

‘If you love that baby more than me,’ he said, ‘I’ll kill myself. Then you’ll be sorry.’

Agata shrugged again.

She became completely consumed by her longing for something to hate.

Anyway, he looked to be in bad shape. There were other men in the world.

Her new eyes didn’t know who she had been. And so she was new to herself, at least in her vision.

She was too old—already twenty-eight—and too frail.

He was often sleepless with hunger and worry.

The lord was so generous, he simply added the cost of these gifts to the taxes each family owed. In a year, he would turn a profit, if everything went as planned.

She despised it. And so she despised Marek still.

but he wasn’t dying. He was simply an insect