Olivie Blake

In reality, time as we experience it is merely an ebb and flow, more circular than it is direct.

Beware the man who faces you unarmed.

If in his eyes you are not the target, then you can be sure you are the weapon.

“There are gifts and there are talents,” the man said. “What would you say this is?”

“Neither.” The second seedling cracked. “A curse, maybe.”