Dead Ends

I'm parting my leather-like lips in a yawn and pull them op, over my teeth so they are on full display. They are white, huge, sharp. As soon as the touch her skin, a sleepy warmth floats from me to her. Like it has been in hibernation and first got now that it should take itself a little together. Even though she has slopped around in the lake, her blood is still warm.

-From the book-

The world is an odd one. No one really has an overview, but The Forces. The control, regulate and dictate everything. No exception - but Elvi. She knows them, she is them. But she hates them.

Despise them.

Unwilling she ends up in a fairytale like a slip-up. Elvi knows what to do, and she does it. But other peoples actions, them she can't control.

--- Emily Honey ---