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363 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 2012
He yells, straightens up with a swear that tells me he is the one, he's the one that broke my Ariel, broke her down made her Freak made her scared of sweet words or touching so I had to walk slow and careful, talk soft and always be patient and never just kiss her like I wanted to. Took away her want to be kissed.(That's an easy one.)
"Oh, Matthew," [Ariel] says, real different now, and leans our foreheads together.
I breathe in spring. I breathe spring and gold and the smell of powdered honey, sweet as peaches on the back of your tongue. My eyes water. It's a thousand kisses in a breath. [p.78]
There's another [shadow] behind it. Five. Six. Dozens.
"Narasimha's child," they whisper dead and loving, like the rustle of wings; like a voice in the dark that knows all your tales and names.
I run.
They follow in my feet, my footfalls. They jump between licks of sunlight like kids jumping the sewer flow, gone and then there again in the next bit of shade. They don't breathe (and I'm breathing too hard). They don't trip or slow or mess up (and there's too much on the ground to keep track of, to scramble over, for me to not, sometime, mess up).
[...] When I see the wall at the end of the alley it's almost no surprise anymore. Dead end. The end.
Dead. [pp.114-5]