5 Quotes by Iris Rivers

They all looked unreal. Like they had come from the core of the moon—the esoteric depths of the ocean. Spirited dolls made from glass and gravestone, from blood and bone.

Death and its miserable sort of demise had crawled into his life at such a young, testing age and managed to stick around through the years—a kind of parasitic creature with tenacity and commitment and all the things Kai had never learned—keeping a constant heaviness in his mind, a blurring exhaustion never at ease.

It was only Lara and Kai. Kai and Lara. It was them, watching as the other kissed someone else, watching as they tugged on the person’s hair, reached for the person’s waist, all while never betraying their gaze. They gripped to the violet string that held their eyes together like a lifeline; like it was what kept their hearts beating but also what split them in two.

Lara, Lara, Lara. Her name was a drum against his skull. The pain of it was excruciating—incomparable.

Lara smiled. Not a soft smile, no—a cruel smile, filled with malice and enmity. A smile worn by tyrants and murderers and deviants.