A Lesson in Thorns (Thornchapel, #1)

by Sierra Simone

“You’re very easy to talk to, you know.” It’s something I’ve heard all my life, and I’m used to it, even if it sometimes makes me feel a little lonely. The person that everyone talks to but who never gets that comfort in return.

Everything is possible.

But I’m so susceptible to this kind of touch; I bloom like a rose when I’m handled like a weed,

He means that when you fall asleep at night, you’re bereft of the night sounds you’ve clung to for years, whether they’re sirens or cicadas or the television in your neighbor’s apartment, and when you wake up, your body has forgotten the oceans you’ve crossed and the roads you’ve driven and it still thinks it’s home.

Any of us can be anything. All of us can be all things.