Alexandra Christo

With names came purpose and power

Existing, but never doing anything so bold as living

“We all have a bit of monster in us. But we all have a bit of something else too.”

Humans do everything far too slowly, which is strange given how fleeting their lives are.

Something given for something gained.

Nothing in this world is ever free, even friendship

“Age does not breed intelligence, I see.”

How can a person be so deadly and yet so beautiful?

“Knowledge is a weapon,” Tristan tells her earnestly. “It’s the truest power we can know. Through books, we’re made wiser by those who came before us.”

“Pastries and murder, what’s not to love?”

“There are two kinds of grief,” I finally tell her. “There’s the grief of having something and losing it, but then there’s the grief of never having it at all.”

It’s a certain kind of loneliness to be void of anything, to have no memories or comforts to fall back on, no good times to cling to among the bad. To have your entire life just be erased.

Who you were, who you could’ve been, gone in an instant.