“Memories are jagged little rocks, sharp little chunks of glass, and your mind is mud. Memories sink into it, and you think they’ve disappeared. But they haven’t. They’re just lying there, waiting for a hot day when certain parts of the mud melt and make those blades available to questing feet.”

“Memories are jagged little rocks, sharp little chunks of glass, and your mind is mud. Memories sink into it, and you think they’ve disappeared. But they haven’t. They’re just lying there, waiting for a hot day when certain parts of the mud melt and make those blades available to questing feet.”

— Luke Smitherd