Here There Be Monsters (Republica Helvetorum #1)

by E.C. Garrett

“I told you. I want to find out if you taste the way you smell. Eat your dinner so that I can eat mine.”

“Stop worrying about crushing me and sit on my fucking face. I’m a God. I don’t need to breathe.”

But life goes on. The world continues to spin. The pain never leaves. It never grows smaller, but over time, we grow around it. The sharpness of grief will dull as the years pass. Never gone but, softer, somehow.”