Jac Collo

“Because it was not God's voice I heard in my dream, boy,' you said, and I felt your breath on the fine hairs at the back of my neck. 'It was yours.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“Did I imagine crawling to your bier and lying down beside you among the flowers, so that a thousand years from now they would find our bones so intermingled it would be impossible to tell which were mine and which were yours....”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“Forgive me-- a coward so rarely feels safe.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“Who first called you that, I wonder? But give me a name, and I will bring you his tongue.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting