Raw Dog Screaming Press

We will use the blood of this world to write dark, beautiful poetry across the walls of the universe.

This was the first time he’d been close enough to see that each side of the box was shaped like a face of some sort, but not a human face…or maybe they were faces of things that had once been human but weren’t anymore

but when she looked in his eyes, she sometimes felt she was staring out into the cold blackness between the stars.