Grim

by D.J. Krimmer

Thunder reminds me that the world’s still turning. That a force that has seen generations come and go still thrashes and breathes and sings.

“Not with you, my own personal demon.” “Eat your heart out, Depeche Mode.”

ah yes.. beautiful proper banter

Actually, fuck that, I want the storm to remember us.

“Shell-fish, you dolt. As in crustaceans and mollusks. Not selfish.” “You’re a mollusk.” “Wow.” She

Damn

“Thank you, Clarence. I can fucking see that, can’t I?”

I adore the personalities in this book

Rue stares right back. “There’s my anchor in the infinite. Good to see you handsome. You’re late.”

fucking sobbing