There’s no god, it’s the elements that control this world and everything on it.
Some people are just sad when there aren’t talking squirrels.” —Lily Winter
Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?
Evangeline,” he sighed. “It ain’t ever goan to be easy with you, is it?
… You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.
You may live to see man-made horrors beyond your comprehension.
Right now, you and me? This feels like fate, if fate can be felt.
Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb