That alone would be Eddie’s triumph in all this; that she had taught the kelpie suffering.

Without hope, there is no despair. There is only meaningless suffering.

Hate and love were both conceived in fear, perhaps that was why they were nearly the same thing, but only one was steeped in hope.

Was this new self awareness a gift or a curse?

She had been nothing but a beloved bauble passed from a mother to a son, a decoration of vanity, devoid of identity.