Remy Wilkins

“The world, once flat to his eyes, now bristled with edges and textures. He saw the tiny grooves of petals and leaves, like fingerprints, their identities written like poems across their surfaces. He saw the slow firecrackers of pine cones, popping and stretching all summer, their stiff armor like soldiers on parade, and also the rolling softness of their sap like happy tears. He understood the flurry of motes, which no longer looked like chaos fogging his vision as it had when he was Birthless. Now he could hear the tune of the world, the song of the wind, and the play of all things in it and he knew now that it was a dance, choreographed down to the smallest antennae thrust into the reeling.”
― Remy Wilkins, Strays

“The reason an egg-laying bunny is the symbol for easter is because rabbits are like bloodhounds for demons, and eggs are, essentially, demon bombs.”
― Remy Wilkins, Strays