The Black Farm (The Black Farm, #1)

by Elias Witherow

I began to realize that pain was something you could never become accustomed too. It was everything to me at this point and it made sure I was acutely aware of that.

“I’ve already been broken. But you know what? I put myself back together. You know what’s different now, though?” Danny just glared at me. “All those broken pieces have edges now, fucker,”

“You can’t feel love. You can’t see it, you can’t taste it…you can’t hold it in your hands. You can’t buy it and you can’t sell it. Love is an idea that has to grow in the individual’s mind, fertilized and cared for with great tenderness.” Tolin spread his arms. “For a race obsessed with material objects, isn’t it funny that the most desired possession of the human heart…is love?”