Sublime

It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other’s skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.

the aura around you, activating your advancement.”

It is the blankness of the paper that excites her, the idea that she might fill the space with anything she likes.

The dusk smelled like dead leaves and far-off fires;

know.”

THEY made an odd picture, knocking on the door to 3A: Mitch, towering and tattooed; Victor in head-to-toe black—less like a thief and more like a Parisian, groomed and elegant—and Sydney, sandwiched between them, in blue leggings and a large red coat.

the Dark King.