“These men, good men, control the darkness until it withers away and becomes nothing more than a shadow haunting their innermost thoughts. Something easily forgotten, dismissed, erased. I’ve never been a good man. My darkness is neither restrained nor buried. It lives right at the surface.”

“These men, good men, control the darkness until it withers away and becomes nothing more than a shadow haunting their innermost thoughts. Something easily forgotten, dismissed, erased. I’ve never been a good man. My darkness is neither restrained nor buried. It lives right at the surface.”

— Celia Aaron