“ The summer kings are gods, and we are finally, in the end, just men. ”
In the dark, I seem to stretch. Without a body to witness, I grow and grow with my pleasure. I feel like a constellation, a concept hung on a scattering of stars.
~ Alaya Dawn Johnson
The past stands in the path of the future, knowing it will be crushed.
Gods are what people worship. Men are what die.
After everything that's happened, her fear of requesting a prescription or of asking Trevor about his mother baffles her. Shouldn't life-altering events make you less afraid of the little stuff? But it's the little stuff that paralyzes her: talking, eating, dressing, sleeping. Everyone in school is afraid of the apocalypse; she is afraid of living through it.
