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437 pages, Paperback
First published July 28, 2020
"This town's legends, its mysteries, and its secrets - they make you feel alive, don't they?"
"Fuck this shit. Fuck everything. And fuck that squirrel in particular."



Fate is the beginning.

"Sustaining life meant taking life--that to live was to devour."

"Was she really a lamb, or a timid lioness?"
"Stories aren't told to convey the facts. They're told to convey the truth."

We are no different than the machines we ourselves have made. Like clocks, we spin around the same axis without alternative, infinitely, as though to turn in circles is the very purpose for which we were made. And all the while the world passes us by. We erode, and yet we continue to tick and tick and tick until the axis itself grows weary of our burdens, unhinges, and finally, we break.
"Because you're not afraid of the dark. You came looking for it."
Creation…destruction…we think of them as opposites, and yet they are like brothers–two sides of the same coin.
Stories aren’t told to convey the facts. They’re told to convey the truth.
Little Red Riding Hood had more teeth than the Big Bad Wolf.
The rich thrived at the expense of the poor; industry thrived at the expense of nature.
Sure, he thought humans were parasites scourging the earth, but the idea of kicking the bucket on the point of principle was so…human.