Luca heard the voice of god, speaking to him through the arithmos.
The woman who built me is named Tasha.
The woman stood at the edge of a cliff, suspended halfway between sky and sea.
Now she’d never get to finish her book, Elsie thought.
Ilyas Bardakci was dead, but he hadn’t stopped breathing, hadn’t stopped moving, hadn’t stopped thinking.
The Ozarks haven’t seen rain in nearly five years.