Raven

If there is a God, he must have gotten tired of watching a long time ago.

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.

Grandma had told me not to get too attached. So many of them don’t make it out here, she’d said. But I was already attached. From the second I found her; from the second I felt the skating pressure of her heartbeat beneath her tiny ribs. I knew she was mine—my job, my duty to protect.

His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.

Love is still hard for me to say sometimes, even when we’re alone, even after all this time.

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter.