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331 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 9, 2012
"Whatever happens here, your soul’s unbreakable.
He kept his eyes closed.
It’s a shame the rest of me is made of f*cking glass."
"He was lying in a bed, and the man was holding his hand and stroking his thumb across his palm, and he hadn’t hurt him.
What’s the first thing you remember?
This."
"So beautiful here, Shaw thought, so peaceful.
So remote. So dangerous."
"Out of sight, out of mind. Don’t think about what they’ve done to Green-eyes.
Don’t think about what they’re going to do to him.
Jesus, don’t give him a fucking name either."
"He didn’t want to be proved wrong. Hope was a fragile thing, and he needed to nurture it for a while before he put his trust in it."
Shaw recognized duality. He worked with it every day. He could still differentiate between hypocrisy and necessity, couldn’t he?
"Shaw thought that he would never understand hope as simple and pure as that. He was too much of a realist, and maybe he’d been lucky enough never to have needed it. Leaps of faith were for the desperate. Shaw had never been desperate."
"It was probably all bullshit, and he’d probably regret it, but right now, in the middle of the night, in the quiet, it felt like maybe they were in this together. Yeah, he was fucking crazy, but he wanted to believe it."
"A minute could be drawn out to last a lifetime in this place. An hour could vanish in the blink of an eye as consciousness fled. There was no time here. There was only sensation."
"Home was the safest place in the world.
The next safest place was with Shaw."
"Lee had seen Shaw’s face when he looked at the ocean, and it was the most human face Lee had seen in a long time."
“Whatever you want,” Shaw repeated. “Whatever you came here for. Just tell me, and it’s yours.”
Sometimes it hurt to remember, but it was a different sort of hurt than he was feeling now. He remembered that. Nothing else, though. He couldn't catch his own thoughts. They were there, fluttering just out of reach, like moths looking for the light. He reached for them, dumb, clumsy, and missed them every time.
What's the first thing you remember?
The sound of the ocean.
Shaw.
This.
The shower had always been their confessional. Shaw wondered if Lee would always need the feel of the spray on his skin to make the words come.
You are not slipping away. You are not going quietly into the dark. Stay with me.
You're an asshole, Shaw. You shouldn't have touched him. Not when he's still a broken thing.
"Welcome to Alva Beach, Lee."
"Lee always walked with his eyes down, and the island revealed all it's secrets to him. Sand dollars, tiny holes inhabited by translucent crabs, glittering shells built like spiral towers, and sand that turned from brilliant white to warm caramel when the ocean caressed it."
Hold on to hope. Count down the sand dollars, pass the time, wait and see.
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'What's the first thing you remember? The sound of the ocean. Shaw. This.'
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"Don't tell me what I'll feel. You are the only one who looked me in the eye in that place. You are the only one who saw me.”
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'I want you, Lee, but you deserve better. You have to know that. You have to know what I am. Someone has to.'
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"Do you trust me?"
"Always."
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"I'm glad you're here, Shaw. I have been growing a little bored with nothing to do except play with my toy" ~ Vornis
Lee always walked with his eyes down, and the island revealed all it's secrets to him.
How many sand dollars today
Twelve was a good number.
Lee closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing.
He hated the way the anticipation alone made him tremble.
“One foot in front of the other,” Lee murmured. One sand dollar and then another."
“Toy?” Shaw asked.
Vornis was looking out in the rain. Shaw followed his gaze. He looked up in the line of trees, and ha saw, and a moment later understanding caught him.
His stomach flipped.
Fuck.’
‘Jesus, Shaw, what are you going to do? Are you really gonna let this happen? Really?
Shawn heard the blood roaring in his skull, as loud at the ocean.
The ocean.’
‘Whatever happens here, your soul's unbreakable.
He kept his eyes closed.
It's a shame the rest of me is made of fucking glass.’
Hope: A feeling of expectation and desire for a
particular thing to happen. A feeling of trust.
Trust: Firm belief in the reliability,
truth, or ability of someone or something.
Let the wind carry you home
Blackbird fly away
May you never be broken again.
Beyond the suffering you've known
I hope you find your way
May you never be broken again.
'Whatever happens here, your soul's unbreakable.' He kept his eyes closed. 'It's a shame the rest of me is made of fucking glass.'
Hold on to hope. Count the sand dollars, pass the time, wait and see.
How many sand dollars? Twelve. Which was your favorite? The green one. Never saw one that color before. Find another one tomorrow.
Lee closed his eyes briefly. Seven sand dollars today. Not a great haul, but they’d been good ones. Round and white and fragile. Lee always fought the compulsion to crush them when he was holding them in his hand, to turn them to sand and let the wind take them.
One foot in front of the other. One sand dollar and then another. Time would pass. It always did.
Whatever happens here, your soul’s unbreakable.
“You’re going to die here,” he [Shaw] told the ocean, told Lee. Would have told him, except he’d left him sleeping in bed. “You’re going to fucking die here.”
"What's the first thing you remember?"
"One foot in front of the other. One sand dollar and then another."
Tears constricted his throat. The man hadn’t hurt him, not really. He couldn’t remember the last time a man had made the choice not to hurt him, and it overwhelmed him now. He was lying in a bed, and the man was holding his hand and stroking his thumb across his palm, and he hadn’t hurt him.
What’s the first thing you remember?
This.
"Fear, like pain, turned out to be a bottomless pit."
"Whatever happens here, your soul’s unbreakable."
"One foot in front of the other. One sand dollar and then another.
What’s the first thing you remember?"