"The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it."
"A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity. It went on and on, until my own lungs were burning. “What bird are you calling?” I asked finally, when I couldn’t stand it any longer. The Bird Man stopped whistling. He grinned, so that I could see all his pebbly teeth. “You."
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Source: Vampires in the Lemon Grove. Book by Karen Russell, February 12, 2013.
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