After a while, you're staying mad just to justify an old mistake. Then it's just a game. Two people staring away, refusing to look back over their sh… - Hugh Howey

There was no going around it, so we tried to race back to the inlet, but the storm was moving too fast. Winds over fifty miles an hour. It hit us all at once like a heavenly fist, a mighty slam of stinging rain and raucous seas.

people were like machines. They broke down. They rattled. They could burn you or maim you if you weren’t careful.

There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind. These would be the parts of her that rotted last, the bits left over once the rest skittered off on the wind or was drunk deep by the roots.