It Felt Like A Small Forever.

An Angel Who Did Not So Much Fall As Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

I Sat In The Dark And Thought: There’s No Big Apocalypse. Just An Endless Procession Of Little Ones.

There Are So Many Fragile Things, After All. People Break So Easily, And So Do Dreams And Hearts.

Any View Of Things That Is Not Strange, Is False.

Someone Killed My Mother And My Father And My Sister?" "yes, Someone Did." "a Man?" "a Man." "which Means," Said Bod, "you're Asking The Wrong Question." Silas Raised An Eyebrow. "how So?" "well," Said Bod. "if I Go Outside In The World, The Question Isn't Who Will Keep Me Safe From Him?" "no?" "no. It's Who Will Keep Him Safe From Me?