Chapter 1
A laugh prises my lips apart. It falls tirelessly through the air, then it changes direction and rests upon the mouth of another man, where its sound transforms to a hollow shout of my name. One syllable. Solid. Restless.
“Liam.”
The speaker nods at me yet I have no words to say. My story. I recite it in my sleep some nights and I’ll wake up shaking. It’s always the fire and the burning that get to me the most. Yet it’s beautiful; so elegant. I let my carved speech leave my tongue:
“If death hurts, life must be torture.”
