I would have cried, if I had any sorrow left. I would have shouted, if anger still burned within me. But there was nothing, nothing but hope and despair, and despair was winning.
Humans were not meant to be whisked to and fro like this; my grasp of time and space was simple, linear, uncomplicated.
I am,’ he whispers, 'the monster I warned you against.’ 'You are,’ I say hoarsely, 'the monster I claim.
