Were you born with all your organs intact?” he responds.I can’t see his face, so I have no way of knowing where he’s going with this question.“Yes …” I say cautiously.“Good,” he responds, “then I expect you to use the one beneath your skull.”Damn. That insult burned a little.

All religions want the same thing-salvation. We're all the same.

A horseman of the apocalypse is watching me pee.Of all the sentences in the English language I could’ve come up with, that is not one I ever imagined thinking.

This is misery, Sara,” he repeats. “But it is the sweetest misery I have ever felt. I don’t want it to stop.

I know all about broken things. I came from a broken house, and a broken land full of broken people. I have a broken soul and a broken heart. This man doesn't know it, but all his cracks align with mine.

Why am I here?” I ask.“I won’t let you die.”Again, I don’t know whether him saving me is a kindness or a curse.It’s obviously a curse, you dumb bimbo. He ain’t saving you to romance your ass.