For a moment hope, bright and cruel as a knife, presented itself to me. It took every ounce of strength I had to turn away.


Chapter 7 (p. 97) - Bitter Angels (2009)


For a moment hope, bright and cruel as a knife, presented itself to me. It took every ounce of strength I had to turn away.

For a moment hope, bright and cruel as a knife, presented itself to me. It took every ounce of strength I had to turn away.

For a moment hope, bright and cruel as a knife, presented itself to me. It took every ounce of strength I had to turn away.

For a moment hope, bright and cruel as a knife, presented itself to me. It took every ounce of strength I had to turn away.