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

by Micaiah Johnson

EVEN WORTHLESS THINGS can become valuable once they become rare. This is the grand lesson of my life.

They said her kiss was the price of the journey.

Because that’s what a sister is: a piece of yourself you can finally love, because it’s in someone else.

Fate breaks rough, most of the time.

I’m the best in the universe at letting bad shit happen to me.”

I could never be attracted to him, not the way I want Dell like my next breath.

I want to remember this, this borderline disgust at the idea of me, but for some reason I can never keep it long enough to stop wanting her.

They all seem deflated by that. I’m not sure what they thought I was, but they find employed a letdown.

Time is flat. We process it linearly, but everything is happening at once, always.

“You were dying. I wanted to know who you were first. You don’t want to die unknown, do you?”

“I am unknowable. Everyone is.”

The universe erases me, but it also remakes me again and again, so there must be something worthwhile in this image.

“The phenomenon of death is just the separation of the astral body from the physical body. It is the five elements of the body returning to their source. In the divine plan, every union must end with separation. Whether it was now, twenty years ago, or twenty years in the future, you were always going to lose her. We are pilgrims at an inn. When we leave is immaterial, because we are only meant to leave.”

Time is a flat thing and we are always separating. When we are together we are already gone.

It doesn’t matter how you got it. If you have it, it’s yours.

I’ve seen her face nearly every day since I hatched in this land of strangers, and I wish I’d realized she was my best friend, not just the girl I couldn’t have.

I am a rot to the people I love, and the world keeps giving me gifts I don’t deserve.

It is only one world in infinite universes where this impossible happiness exists, but that is what makes it so valuable.