With the cities growing from clouds and the railways hanging over oceans, humanity has reached its calmest. But each fertile woman and each fertile man must be married by age twenty-five in order to guarantee the continuation of the human race. As freeing as this airy world is, perhaps anyone can feel trapped in a birdcage when wedded to a stranger. And maybe keeping friends close will be harder than one would imagine, especially when grave danger lurks over the horizon.

"wash the blood stains out before he sees them. you can't have him slip and fall in love with you." "i mean, unless you want to die." a grim house filled with even grimmer people unravel past secrets and a murderous threat that looms overhead.

i hunger for poetry. i am starved. let this be an ode soaked in blood.

i am devoid of saltwater and a wasteland of starlight but it's still only minute seventeen of forever.

i feel a million bucks too extravagant for you.

i love the touch of gentle. i love the sound of it.

getting high on the good life, drunk on falling.

"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."