When Facing Death

“On the day that I die, a storm rages, and the thin glass of the cheap windows shudders as if beaten by fists, and the wind howls as if someone calling come away come away. I wrench open the back door and run outside.

The darkness is unfathomable and the rain pounds down and I small and terrified.”

– Dark Companion by Marta Acosta

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