Waiting for the Flood (Spires, #2)

by Alexis Hall

You just have to teach people to value someone else’s access to spoons as much as they value their own.”

People don’t want to hurt each other; it’s just sometimes they forget. That’s what community is. It reminds us we’re all connected.

How it would feel to be really alone, and for my loneliness to be written on the landscape rather than merely upon me.

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I’m supposed to just walk through them.

I’d thought myself such an expert at listening, at fading, at creating space for others. It was power of a kind. But here I was, all overthrown by a sandbag philosopher who listened because he wanted to listen, not because he was afraid to speak.

But it would have been the sort of ending life prepares you for. S-something loud, not something as quiet as the click of a closing door.