Glitterland (Spires, #1)

by Alexis Hall

In the past, the universe is a glitterball I hold in the palm of my hand. I am the axis of the world.

I could feel depression gathering like shadows in the corners of the room.

My god, I know this feeling…

He catches my face between his hands, his painted fingernails twinkling like stars, and when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

“All my smiles, you can have all my smiles, whenever I can find them.”