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248 pages, Paperback
First published January 31, 2021
You slapped him.
That slap snapped me out of a reverie I had been living in for hundreds of years. It obliterated any grace I had left to give you, any lies I was still telling myself about your good intentions and your savior's heart.
“I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions.”
“You could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense.”
“Through her eyes, I was able to experience the story for the first time all over again.”
“I want to live. But I want to live in the world, not on the outskirts of it.”
“The people only call me cruel because it’s easier to think of a woman as cruel than competent.”
You held him by the throat, watching waves of rapture cross his face, while Magdalena and I drank from him. He looked like a lithe young Christ, crucified between two beautiful women with you as his cross.