The Brightest Fell (October Daye, #11)

by Seanan McGuire

the homeless population had mostly pulled back into the parks and their tent cities under the freeway overpasses, trying to get a good night’s sleep before the day people woke up and started complaining about them ruining property values by daring to exist.

People are complicated. That’s the problem with people. It would be so much easier if they could all be put into easy little boxes and left there, never changing, never challenging the things I decided about them.

“All those things were words, and they all left your mouth, but I’m having trouble with the idea that they form any sort of coherent sentence.”