“Briec sat up a bit, his claw to his chest. “What is this unbearable feeling in my chest? It’s driving me mad!” Fighting her smile, his sister reached over and ran her hand through his hair. “That, my sweet brother, is called heartbreak.” He glanced down at his chest. “Will that be a physical deformity?”

“Briec sat up a bit, his claw to his chest. “What is this unbearable feeling in my chest? It’s driving me mad!” Fighting her smile, his sister reached over and ran her hand through his hair. “That, my sweet brother, is called heartbreak.” He glanced down at his chest. “Will that be a physical deformity?”

— G.A. Aiken