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292 pages, Hardcover
First published January 31, 2021
“I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions.”
"The force of your love nearly drove me to my knees. I was no woman; I was merely a supplement, a pilgrim who had stumbled across your dark altar and was doomed to worship at it forever. I don't know what I have been thinking, supposing I was strong enough to leave."
"Laying with her made me feel so vibrantly alive. It was almost enough to make me forget that I was already dead."
“You could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense.”
“Through her eyes, I was able to experience the story for the first time all over again.”
“I want to live. But I want to live in the world, not on the outskirts of it.”
“The people only call me cruel because it’s easier to think of a woman as cruel than competent.”
You held him by the throat, watching waves of rapture cross his face, while Magdalena and I drank from him. He looked like a lithe young Christ, crucified between two beautiful women with you as his cross.
You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world, you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of debts being wiped clean.
I say you do not have a name.