The Space Between Worlds (The Space Between Worlds #1)

by Micaiah Johnson

Maybe there’s something to classism. Maybe eating caviar growing up gives you a bigger brain. Maybe eating dirt poisons your memory. Or maybe it’s just easier to think something is impossible than to try.

You can never know a single person fully, not even yourself. Even if you think you know yourself in your safe glass castle, you don’t know yourself in the dirt.

Rage is dirty fuel, but it burns hotter than grief ever could.