Kindle Notes & Highlights
I don’t do what I do to convince people. I do it to help the haunted who have no choice but to believe.”
grieving is so lonely because everyone’s journey is different—even if they are mourning the same person simultaneously.
and so we want the same things at different times again. Maybe a fatal flaw. Maybe I don’t care.
“What is it you desire? You are here for a reason—a specific one. A man?” Her eyes narrow as she looks me up and down, her nostrils flaring as though she can smell my desperation. “I come to you to solve debilitating megrims,” I answer after shaking my head. “Ah, that is what you think,” she says, her eyebrows rising, her expression knowing. “Your problem is a man, I assure you.”
