Shadows cannot see themselves in the mirror of the sun.
She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.
Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.
Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.
Darkness within darkness. The gateway to all understanding.
His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin.
