Crushed sandstone sifted through Calebs fingers, insubstantial as dust. A breeze caught the debris mid-fall and spirited it away before it could join the ashes blanketing the ground. He stopped in the middle of what had once been a street, his arms pulled in at his sides, his fists balled in barely restrained fury.

About This Quote

About G.S. Jennsen, Dissonance

G.S. Jennsen, Dissonance.

More quotes by G.S. Jennsen, Dissonance

Related Quotes