… Low expectations.

Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.

The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few...

Their faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.

Scars are something of a body’s memoir.

It takes a day to fall in love and a lifetime to forget.