End of Days (Penryn & the End of Days, #3)

by Susan Ee

But we’re not roaches or monkeys or monsters, no matter what the angels think of us. We are still the same people we once were. At least, we are on the inside.

“If you’re worried about pervs breaking into the house, it’s not going to make a difference whether I’m in this outfit or in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. Either they’re decent human beings or they’re not. Their actions are on them.”

These are not the screams of an angry man. These are the nightmare screams of someone having his soul torn to pieces right in front of him.

“I’m just saying you should pick a man who knows that he’s not worthy of you and who will dedicate his life to provide for you and protect you.”

Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is lived in this twilight space between sunshine and darkness.

But I realize now that the toughest choices, the ones that will haunt us for the rest of our lives, are ones that my mom is still sheltering me from.

Sometimes, I wish I could take a vacation from myself.

Together. Laughing. Being part of the human race. Knowing about the horrors that have happened and will happen but choosing to live anyway. Maybe there’s an art to being human.